God does not lie in our collective past, God lies in our collective future; the Garden of Eden is tomorrow, not yetsterday; the Golden Age lies down the road, not up it.

Da Free John's phrase kept running through my mind: "Practice the wound of love... practice the wound of love." Real love hurts; real love makes you totally vulnerable and open; real love will take you far beyond yourself; and therefore real love will devastate you. I kept thinking, if love does not shatter you, you do not know love.

These two enormous forces - truth and meaning - are at war in today's world... And something sooner or later has to give.

Boundary lines, of any type, are never found in the real world itself, but only in the imagination of the mapmakers.

I'll tell you what I think. I think sages are the growing tip of the secret impulse of evolution. I think they are the leading edge of the self-transcending drive that always goes beyond what went before. I think they embody the very drive of the Kosmos toward greater depth and expanding consciousness. I think they are riding the edge of a light beam toward a rendezvous with God.

The more I go into I, the more I fall out of I.

Matter begins evolving back to Spirit and, when it's reached, the whole process begins over again for the billionth time.