Real Freedom Lies In Wildness, Not In

I Would Rather Live One Day In Maui Than One Month In New York.

Then What Am I - The Body Substance Which I Can See With My Eyes And Feel With My Hands? Or Am I This Realization, This Greater Understanding Which Dwells Within It, Yet Expands Through The Universe Outside; A Part Of All Existence, Powerless But Without Need For Power; Immersed In Solitude, Yet In Contact With All Creation? There Are Moments When The Two Appear Inseparable, And Others When They Could Be Cut Apart By The Merest Flash Of Light.

Isn't It Strange That We Talk Least About The Things We Think About Most?

I Know Myself As Mortal, But This Raises The Question: "what Is I?" Am I An Individual, Or Am I An Evolving Life Stream Composed Of Countless Selves?

Consciousness Grows Independent Of The Ordinary Senses.