I woke at intervals until . . . the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not.

Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us.

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.

The way you live your days is the way you live your life.

Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.