You cannot avoid paradise. You can only avoid seeking it.

All I can be is who I am right now; I can experience that and work with it. That's all I can do. The rest is the dream of the ego.

Underneath our nice, friendly facades there is great unease. If I were to scratch below the surface of anyone I would find fear, pain, and anxiety running amok. We all have ways to cover them up. We overeat, over-drink, overwork; we watch too much television.

Trust in things being as they are is the secret of life. But we don't want to hear that. I can absolutely trust that in the next year my life is going to be changed, different, yet always just the way it is.

We are always doing something to cover up our basic existential anxiety. Some people live that way until the day they die.

We are caught in the contradiction of finding life a rather perplexing puzzle which causes us a lot of misery, and at the same time being dimly aware of the boundless, limitless nature of life. So we begin looking for an answer to the puzzle.

Life is a second-by-second miracle.