They'll kill you in a minute rather than deal with truth. It's more convenient because then they can forget about it and rationalize your death.

The Zen master walks in his garden, alone. There is no traffic there. There is no shopping there. There are only the flowers.

People don't really want to be happy. They go out of their way to be miserable.

The days of infinity are endless. Its hours cannot be counted or found on a clock. There is no north, south, east, or west. These are just concepts. Infinity is forever, everywhere all at once. And that's all there is.

Death is a doorway. It is a very small, thin doorway and only a portion of our being can walk through.

No one sees life like you do, because you are no one. You change constantly, like the light outside the window.

Dying is easy; it's living that's difficult.