I kept looking for a logic that would explain life. It never occurred to me that instead love is the vital synthesis.

You change the most permanent-seeming conditions of your life constantly through the varying attitudes you have toward them.

I stand upon a block of stillness. It is more secure than any sidewalk. I bring with me my own sidewalk.

The flesh is as spiritual as the soul, and the soul is as natural as the flesh.

Therefore, as always, make of this voice what you choose to make of it. Make of me what you choose to make of me, but recognize within yourselves the vitality of your being. And look to no man or no idea or no woman or no dogma, but the vitality of your own being, and trust it. And that which offends your soul, turn away from, but trust yourself.

Each of us seems to have a main focus, a particular idea of practicality - a concept of 'what we want out of life' against which we judge our experiences.

The basis and firm groundwork of the material, and its primary contribution, lies in the concept that consciousness itself indeed creates matter, that consciousness is not imprisoned by matter but forms it, and that consciousness is not limited or bound by time or space; time and space in your terms being necessary distortions, or adopted conditions, forming a strata for physical existence.