I used to sleep on the floor next to the bed, because I believed that I didn't even deserve a bed to sleep in. And then, one morning, a cockroach crawled onto my leg. I looked at it, and suddenly I awoke from a kind of hypnotic trance in which I had been all my life.

Every moment a gift: are you unwrapping yours now, and now, and now?

Do you know anyone who hasn't changed his mind? This door was a tree, then it will be firewood for someone, then it will return to air and earth. We're all like that, constantly changing. It's simply honest to report that you've changed your mind when you have. When you're afraid of what people will think if you speak honestly, that's where you become confused.

You’ve never reacted to someone else. You project meaning onto nothing. And you react to the meaning you’ve projected

My experience is the opposite.

We all begin to do what we can do, just like we're doing now, to clean up the planet and to find solutions rather than fight. It just happens everywhere.

Who would you be without your story?