No One To Die
I encountered On Having No Head purely accidentally while on a kind of retreat in the mountains. I saw the point of some of the exercises, but still felt that there had to be more. This was in 1988. In 1989 I was consumed with the question of Who Dies? The problem was I knew the answers intellectually; perhaps even had a feel for what was being pointed to, but death and its fears still consumed me. In 1993 I re-read The Little Book of Life and Death, and BANG! How silly, no one to die! Kriben.