If we live, we live; if we die, we die; if we suffer, we suffer; if we are terrified, we are terrified. There is no problem about it.

Of course, you can’t force your mind to be silent. That would be like trying to smooth ripples in water with a flatiron. Water becomes clear and calm only when left alone.

But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.

At times almost all of us envy the animals. They suffer and die, but do not seem to make a "problem" of it.

But the disappearance of the effort to let go is precisely the disappearance of the separate thinker, of the ego trying to watch the mind without interfering.

In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.

When you really understand that you are what you see and know, you do not run around the countryside thinking, "I am all this!" There is simply all this.