In reality there are no separate events. Life moves along like water, it's all connected to the source of the river is connected to the mouth and the ocean.

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

What are plants doing? What are plants all about? They serve human beings by being decorative, but what is it from its own point of view? It's using up air; it's using up energy. It's really not doing anything except being ornamental. And yet here's this whole vegetable world, cactus plants, trees, roses, tulips, and edible vegetables, like cabbages, celery, lettuce - they're all doing this dance.

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

When we look for things there is nothing but mind, and when we look for mind there is nothing but things.

Just as true humor is laughter at oneself, true humanity is knowledge of oneself.

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