This question of “whether suffering end?” ends this discussion - as there is no answer/statement/fact to see this- and it’s left to one to find out / observe it as a whole - as you said.
We can’t inquire together anymore - and only observe our own self.
Desire generally implies a journey, the search for something one lacks, something that is missing from one’s life. There is the sexual desire for completion and fulfilment; the emotional desire for release and security; and there are all the various forms of intellectual desire for the achievement of understanding and for the recognition of that achievement. These are our psychological journeys and they all take time, every one of them. But when we look very carefully and patiently at the root of desire and learn about the implications of seeking satisfaction through time, we see that most of this process, if not all of it, is an image-based movement. Unable to bear the image of where I am, I escape through the image of a better place, of becoming a better person, of attaining a better state of mind. So even our understanding of the truth we have made into an image-based affair: to see it, capture it, remember it and then share it from that remembrance. The sharing then is merely the sharing of just another shabby image; it has no spark of humanity about it. In this process, I have become so associated with the remembrance and so attached to the image of what I have found, that it is now impossible to detach myself from those fragments.
Love is not remembrance. Therefore there is absolutely nothing to share. And is love possible from the start? It has to be because it cannot take time. The moment it takes time to love another human being, one is caught in the whole field of desire for fulfilment through experience. Love is not an experience. Love is not pleasure. Love destroys images. Love is now or never. So the moment you want it, you have it. Otherwise, it is not love; it is just another form of desire. When you have rejected everything that is not love – the images, the manufactured pleasures, the escapes from what we really are in our relationships – then there are no longer any fragments to cling to and life is a blessing, an eternal benediction.
There is no contradiction in wanting you to love me because in wanting this I am asking for nothing else from you. There is no hidden agenda. But if this is still all a mystery or a jumble of words, just ask yourself what it is that you want from me. What do you want from me or from anyone else here?