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

Hate is love looking for itself everyplace but where love is.

To make sense to us as physical creatures, any 'truth' must undergo transformations, be couched in certain terms or we couldn't understand it.

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

SETH said: When the intellect is used properly, it thinks of a goal and automatically sets the body in motion toward it, and automatically arouses the other levels of communication unknown to it, so that all forces work together toward the achievement.

If toes had eyes, then I could see how my feet know where to go, but toes are blind. And how is it that my tongue speaks words it cannot hear? Because for all its eloquence, the tongue itself is deaf, and flaps in soundlessness.

Dreaming or awake, we perceive only events that have meaning to us.