When one begins the transformative process, death and birth are imminent: the death of custom as authority, the birth of the self.

Cultural transformation announces itself in sputtering fits and starts, sparked here and there by minor incidents, warmed by new ideas that may smolder for decades. In many different places, at different times, the kindling is laid for the real conflagration-the one that will consume the old landmarks and alter the landscape forever.

Our past is not our potential.

When one begins the transformative process, death and birth are imminent: the death of custom as authority, the birth of the self.

If we are to find our way across troubled waters, we are better served by the company of those who have built bridges, who have moved beyond despair and inertia.

The East contemplated the forest the West counted the trees...the mind that knows that trees and the forest is a new mind.

Risk always brings its own rewards: the exhilaration of breaking through, of getting to the other side; the relief of a conflict healed; the clarity when a paradox dissolves.