It amazes me how often interpretations of words are misconstrued. One evening, I sat down to track some ancient words related to Buddhism back there origins (as far as I could go anyway). In doing so, I arrived at this interpretation of life and practice:
We wander through with a weight that's hard to bear, clinging and pushing away that which is around us; until we awake to that which cannot be comprehended, and realize that there is no separate self, and that nothing that can be perceived is eternal, and that really there is no weight to bear at all. Thus like a candle blowing out, we return to our natural state.