Caring is a reflex. Someone slips, your arm goes out. A car is in the ditch, you join others and push... You live, you help.
Until we know that we can bear the unbearable, we're always running scared.
When humans come together with a true spirit of dealing with the mystery collaboratively, it's incredibly beautiful.
My life is a creative act--like a painting, or a concerto.
Those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!
The ego is frightened by death, because ego is part of the incarnation and ends with it. That is why we learn to identify with our soul, as the soul continues after death. For the soul, death is just another moment.