I'm not okay, you're not okay, and that's okay.

People after death become complete again. The blind can see, the deaf can hear, cripples are no longer crippled after all their vital signs have ceased to exist.

Lots of my dying patients say they grow in bounds and leaps, and finish all the unfinished business. But assisting a suicide is cheating them of these lessons, like taking a student out of school before final exams. That's not love, it's projecting your own unfinished business

Paul Brunton's Notebooks are a veritable treasure-trove of philosophic-spiritual wisdom.

Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

I look for mystery and try to decipher it while knowing it is an impossible task. I look for memory, where Mystery lies.