To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are…Or we can decide for ourselves.

I think we're in an age starved for genuine experiences, instead of cathartic phony experiences through the media, structured, engineered experiences. And those are the fast food, the masturbation of experience. They don't really exhaust any aspect of ourselves; they don't make us any stronger.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

The things you used to own, now they own you.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.