There is nothing more mysterious than destiny - of a person, of our species, of our planet, or of the universe itself.

When humans find themselves surrounded by nothing but objects, the response is always one of loneliness.

The human being is that space in which the comprehensive compassion that pervades the universe from the very beginning now begins to surface --within consciousness. (As compared with the natural displays of compassion by other creatures that is not necessarily 'within consciousness. ') That's the only difference. We didn't create compassion, but it's flowing through us-or it could. The phase change that we're in seems, to me, to depend upon that comprehensive compassion unfurling in the human species.

That is our larger destiny: to allow the Earth to organize in a new way, in a manner impossible all the billions of years prior to humanity

All professions, all work, all activity in the human world finds its essential meaning in the context of a people's cosmic story.

Our ancestry streches back through the life forms and into the stars, back into the beginnings of the primeval fireball. This universe is a single multiform energetic unfolding of matter, mind, intelligence and life.

Each person discovers a field of allurements, the totality of which bears the unique stamp of that person’s personality. Destiny unfolds in the pursuit of individual fascinations and interests... By pursuing your allurements, you help bind the universe together. The unity of the world rests on the pursuit of passion.