Basically, there is simply nothing to worry about, because you yourself are the eternal energy of the universe.

Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

Paradoxical as it may seem, the purposeful life has no content, no point. It hurries on and on, and misses everything. Not hurrying, the purposeless life misses nothing, for it is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.

These people, as far as I can see, do not congregate in the notorious centers of the movement, like the North Beach in San Francisco or Greenwich Village, or Venice, California.

The Universe is the game of the self, which plays hide and seek forever and ever.

Everything in the world is gloriously meaningless.