The earth is like a spaceship that didn't come with an operating manual.
You don't belong to you. You belong to the Universe and you're here to serve.
Bite your tongue. Get a cinder in your eye. When you feel good, you feel nothing.
It is not for me to change you. The question is, how can I be of service to you without diminishing your degrees of freedom?
We are prisoners of our own metaphors, metaphorically speaking.
Our beds are empty two-thirds of the time. Our living rooms are empty seven-eighths of the time. Our office buildings are empty one-half of the time. It's time we gave this some thought.