The dreams of the self are manifold and endless and they exist in all the myriad worlds and conditions that appear to have solidity. When you're dreaming at night, something seems very real, but when you wake up the dream is gone and so is all that apparent solidity.

The last game on earth is in progress. And when you lose, you win. And when you win, you can't lose.

For some reason, there is a purity to the Swiss Alps - a certain energy - that is very reminiscent of my snowboarding experiences in the Himalayas.

School was a strange place where they tried to make you into something.

In order to create heat, you have to have something to burn. So what we do in yoga is, we burn ourselves up to create light.

What we are seeking to do is not melt the map of America. We are seeking to melt the self, the solid form that we consider ourselves to be.

It seems to me that there's a terrible misunderstanding between us. It seems to me that I love you a great deal, my friends.