In the second half of life, the questions become: 'Who, apart from the roles you play, are you? What does the soul ask of you? Do you have the wherewithal to shift course, to deconstruct your painfully achieved identity, risking failure, marginalization and loss of collective approval?' No small task.

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes.

Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.

Is not our chief neurosis - by which I mean our estrangement from nature - our desire to hold fast to what is forever transforming, to freeze the familiar, to submit motion to stasis, to solicit immortality through rigidity.

The only requisite to entry into the Middle Passage is to have discovered that one does not know who one is, that there are no rescuers, no Mommy or Daddy, and that one's fellow travelers will do well to survive themselves.

We best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.