Individuals Are Custodians Of The Life Stream

Why Should Anyone Think A White Skin Superior In Evaluating The Qualities Of Human Life? I Did Not Really Admire A White Skin So Much Myself. Did I Not Prefer The Brown Skin That Came With Exposure To The Sun?

To A Person In Love, The Value Of The Individual Is Intuitively Known. Love Needs No Logic For Its Mission. It Roots In A Bare Wisdom That Exists In Senses More Than Mind, A Wisdom That, In Primitive Form, Evolved The Mind Which So Often Overlooks It.

I May Be Flying A Complicated Airplane, Rushing Through Space, But In This Cabin I'm Surrounded By Simplicity And Thoughts Set Free Of Time. How Detached The Intimate Things Around Me Seem From The Great World Down Below. How Strange Is This Combination Of Proximity And Separation. That Ground - Seconds Away - Thousands Of Miles Away. This Air, Stirring Mildly Around Me. That Air, Rushing By With The Speed Of A Tornado, An Inch Beyond. These Minute Details In My Cockpit. The Grandeur Of The World Outside. The Nearness Of Death. The Longness Of Life.

I Learned That Danger Is Relative, And The Inexperience Can Be A Magnifying Glass.

Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses.