Perfect love is to feeling what perfect white is to color. Many think that white is the absence of color. It is not. It is the inclusion of all color. White is every other color that exists, combined. So, too, is love not the absence of an emotion (hatred, anger, lust, jealousy, covetousness), but the summation of all feeling. It is the sum total. The aggregate amount. The everything.

Because our choices are largely based on survival. But if life is eternal, life is not a question.

I tell you this: The purpose of life is not to please God. The purpose of life is to know, and to recreate, Who You Are.

Because we believe that our ethnic group, our society, our political party, our God, is better than your God, we kill each other.

Feeling is the language of the soul. If you want to know what's true for you about something, look to how you're feeling about it.

You may feel like a voice in the wilderness, but it is your voice we are waiting to hear...you are the determining factor.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone. You won't find glory at the center of safety, but at its edge. You won't find love at a place where you are covered, but in the space where you are exposed. You gotta take some risks. You have to not only pick up the dice, but roll'em. So go ahead, take the gamble. You have nothing to lose except the chance to win. Life is not long enough to spend it on the sidelines.