When we dance, the journey itself is the point, as when we play music the playing itself is the point.

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase—oddly enough—to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization.

We identify in our exerience a differentiation between what we do and what happens to us.

The more we try to live in the world of words, the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security. On the other hand, the more we are forced to admit that we actually live in the real world, the more we feel ignorant, uncertain, and insecure about everything.

Stop measuring days by degree of productivity and start experiencing them by degree of presence.

Cows scream louder than carrots.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.