Even Breathing Is A Contribution.

I Love What I Think, And I'm Never Tempted To Believe It.

I Am A Lover Of What Is, Not Because I'm A Spiritual Person, But Because It Hurts When I Argue With Reality.

If You Are An Enemy To Your Own Mind, Other People Have To Become Enemies Too, Sooner Or Later. Until You Understand, Until You Can Love The Thoughts That Appear In Your Mind, Then You Can Love The Rest Of Us. You Work With The Projector -the Mind - Not The Projected World. I Can't Really Love You Until I Question The Mind That Thinks It Sees You Outside Itself . . .

I Know That Even At Moments Of Apparent Danger, Nothing Is Out Of Order Or Lacking, Other Than Our Own Unquestioned Thoughts About Those Moments.

You Are What Exists Before All Stories.