It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

The richness of a moment comes when it's both full and empty at the same time. The truth is, we live simultaneously in time and timelessness.

I used to be afraid of things like strokes, but I've now discovered that the fear of the stroke is worse than the stroke itself.

If I go into the place in myself that is love, and you go into the place in yourself that is love, we are together in love. Then you and I are truly in love, the state of being love. That's the entrance to Oneness.

At the moment when there's nothing more to lose, the Ego breaks open - and then we see who we are behind who we thought we were.

What we're seeing "out there" is the projection of where we're at--the projection of the clingings of our minds.

We're receiving information from all the planes of our consciousness all the time, but we don't acknowledge their existence; we treat the information as static, as noise.