However beautifully you play the violin, you can always play the violin even more beautifully again.

Once we meet our children, even for moments, in a place of "I don't know," of relinquished authority, we return to the realms of mystery and magic, where real connection becomes alive again.

Most of us spend our lives convinced that there's something missing: "If only I had a bigger barbecue, more money, a bigger car, a different wife, a different.... If only I could upgrade somehow, then I would be okay."

I don't think there is any end to translucence. It's an endless journey, rather like playing the violin.

I think the main way that somebody would know they're translucent is that their life has become more about the embodiment of Spirit than about acquisition, and that may be something that creeps up on you.

That's the translucent life. You are continuously discovering how you can ooze more Spirit into your personal life and there's no end to that process. It goes on and on and deepens and deepens and deepens.

It seems to me that all of us, in our own way, have our own personal lagos. We all have within us a voice that is whispering doubt, that is whispering suspicion, that's telling us there's something wrong, there's something missing, there's something that should be different. And we easily become hypnotized by that voice of doubt.