There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.