The last story: God is everything, God is good.

When I was in my early forties, I slept with a loaded gun under my bed. Id become severely depressed in my thirties, and for almost a decade I spiraled down into paranoia, rage, self-loathing, and thoughts of suicide.

I suffered from severe depression for over a decade. My condition deteriorated steadily. I was suicidal.

One morning as I lay sleeping on the floor, a cockroach crawled over my foot. And I opened my eyes out of this dead sleep - about a 43-year sleep - and in place of all that darkness was a joy that I can't describe.

Sleep just gives the ego a little time out. It has to stay strong in order to be something that it isn't.

What's happening in the world is a natural course of events.

Judge your neighbor, write it down. Ask four questions, turn it around.