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

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...

What goes with us everywhere, that never makes a sound, but that without its company... we wouldn’t be able to hear anything? Silence!

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...

The last thing that comes to mind, given there’s so many “things” still to find... is a question whose answer takes a lifetime to ponder, let alone refine: What if there’s a Life that can’t be defined? A greatness beyond name -- or claim, let alone imagined as “mine.”

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...

Somewhere between either/or just beyond “yes and no”... There is a door. Seek it; find it! Dare to abide there long enough and it opens all by itself... Behold! A whole new world...

Every reaction identified with -- regardless its nature -- serves to validate the lower level of consciousness responsible for its temporary creation...

We are conditioned to accept, without question, the resistance we feel toward any unwanted moment -- along with our subsequent negative reaction to it -- as proof...

Emptiness does not, as we mistakenly perceive it, imply nothingness; rather, (it is) an available space -- a Divine place in time -- waiting to be filled.

There is only one limitation all of us, each and every human being, shares in common...

We look into a world we can’t see is a mirror of our consciousness, so that whatever seems to take place -- out there -- whatever its temporary form or character -- for either its beauty or fear -- is inseparable from the consciousness in which it is reflected.