This book is brilliant. It’s filled with brief accounts of sages and saints passing (or so it seems, because “the soul is eternal”). It doesn’t reveal anything beyond the ordinary, and it doesn’t aim to, but it still hits home. It’s simple, straightforward, and comforting.
Out of 108, at least one story will stick with every reader and guide them when needed. Some of the last statements or incidents are cryptic and laden with hidden meaning, which you can only get if you’re actively practicing spirituality. I guess it’s the best read for whenever you feel your arrogance rising and humility crumbling. It puts you in your place. For anyone suffering and aiming to pass peacefully, it assures that you’ll still live on. You’re a soul in a body, not a body with a soul, to put it simply. You just get off this chariot when the curtains come to a close (if that makes sense).
Besides, the concept of “memento mori” will organically become a part of you as you delve into each account. At least, that’s what I felt. Very heartwarming.
Lastly, everything is energy. Thinking, reading, talking, and pondering about something is giving it energy. Reading about so many enlightened beings over and over again felt like a cleansing experience. I could feel the presence of some of them around me at times and experience the stillness come to the fore instantly—experiences I wouldn’t trade for anything.