The false self, forever struggling to protect (the dream of) its own imagined importance, cares nothing for how it sabotages itself, or victimizes others...

There is no love in thought. There is no understanding in knowledge...

In nature, because every creation is at once incomplete, and yet is always being completed (at the same time) -- one can see that every creature is a living need...

Regardless of how one may feel in any given moment, real life can present no task before us for which we are “inadequate...”

Just as shadows prove the light that creates them, so is it true that to hunger or thirst proves the existence of what is created to answer that need; it is equally so when it comes to our hunger and thirst for the love of the Divine...

In the great turning of creation, involving all of her creatures, is not every need met in a scale of time too great for the mortal eye...

The physicist sees, and feels the intangible matrix of timeless, interwoven mathematical principles, a celestial tapestry spun upon an invisible loom...

All of life is present, at once, in a timeless awareness; each and every creation -- from a molecule of water, to the river that carries it to the sea -- is connected in a seamless circulation of planetary and celestial energies...

Ponder the following insight for a few precious moments, and you may catch a glimpse of a formerly unimaginable freedom. But ponder this one truth long enough to realize the implication of its implied non-action... and you will realize a new level of self- knowledge that is the key to self-liberation:

Question: It does indeed appear that something conspires to help me discover the way out of useless suffering. It is encouraging whenever a sudden awareness sheds new light on old pain. Right then and there, I can't know where I'll arrive at any imagined destiny, but then there's a knowing that I don't really need to live beyond these present small glimpses. I fancy that freedom is stashed all around me...

Gravity is a form of emptiness: it is a celestial law that represents a ceaseless longing answered only by what it captures, and draws into itself...

It's there... and then it's not, The shadow of the sun. You can neither control the moment it appears, Nor the way it runs to hide itself, Mingling in the shadow of dusk... Until it simply just disappears.