‎When you point your finger at someone, anyone, it is often a moment of judgement. We point our fingers when we want to scold someone, point out what they have done wrong. But each time we point, we simultaneously point three fingers back at ourselves.

The best art always comes unbidden.

In that moment, there was no place for doubt. I was sitting with the supreme being. I had always sat beside her. She was inside of me.

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

There is no time for grief; there never is.

The truth is always simpler than you can imagine.

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.