You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.

You can make any human activity into meditation simply by being completely with it and doing it just to do it.

What would you do if money was no object?

Hurrying and delaying are alike ways of trying to resist the present.

You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.

But, as Douglas E Harding has pointed out, we tend to think of this planet as a life-infested rock, which is as absurd as thinking of the human body as a cell infested skeleton. Surely all forms of life, including man, must be understood as "symptoms" of the earth, the solar system, and the galaxy in which case we cannot escape the conclusion that the galaxy is intelligent.

Playing a violin is, after all, only scraping a cat's entrails with horsehair.