So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

God is an experience of supreme love.

I am alone, I am all alone, I am completely alone. Grasping this reality, I let go of my bag, drop to my knees and press my forehead against the floor. There, I offer up to the universe a fervent prayer of thanks. First in English. Then in Italian. And then - just to get the point across - in Sanskrit.

I don't hate humanity and I'm not interested in people who do. Although, it's funny, actually, some of my favorite writers really do. Like Martin Amis. My dirty secret. 'London Fields' is one of my favorite books ever. And it's indefensible! But he's so funny... I forgive him everything.

The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go.

the only thing you need to do for now is get some rest and take good care of yourself until you do know the answer

There's always another level up. There's always another ascension. More grace, more light, more generosity, more compassion, more to shed, more to grow.