The Last Story: God Is Everything, God

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.

I Do Whatever I Can To Serve Peace. My Job Is The End Of Suffering.

I Suffered From Severe Depression For Over A Decade. My Condition Deteriorated Steadily. I Was Suicidal.

The Mind's Job Is To Validate What It Thinks.

It's Just A Constant Thing When The Mind Starts To Wake Up To Itself.