Fear Is Not Of The Unknown, But

Each Breath Is Transforming Me Into Thine Image.

How Can One Be Compassionate If You Belong To Any Religion, Follow Any Guru, Believe In Something, Believe In Your Scriptures, And So On, Attached To A Conclusion? When You Accept Your Guru, You Have Come To A Conclusion, Or When You Strongly Believe In God Or In A Saviour, This Or That, Can There Be Compassion? You May Do Social Work, Help The Poor Out Of Pity, Out Of Sympathy, Out Of Charity, But Is All That Love And Compassion?

The Constant Assertion Of Belief Is An Indication Of Fear.

Throughout Life, From Childhood, From School Until We Die, We Are Taught To Compare Ourselves With Another; Yet When I Compare Myself With Another I Am Destroying Myself.

War Is The Spectacular And Bloody Projection Of Our Everyday Living. We Precipitate War Out Of Our Daily Lives; And Without A Transformation In Ourselves, There Are Bound To Be National And Racial Antagonisms, The Childish Quarreling Over Ideologies, The Multiplication Of Soldiers, The Saluting Of Flags, And All The Many Brutalities That Go To Create Organized Murder.