The point isn't to deny our Egos, but to extricate ourselves from our exclusive preoccupation with them.

Accidents are just from where you're looking; to the ego, it looks like it's miracles and accidents.

So somebody comes along and gets to me. They get me angry or uptight or they awaken some desire in me, wow am I delighted. They got me. And that’s my work on myself. If I am angry with you because your behavior doesn’t fill my model of how you should be, that’s my problem for having models. No expectations, no upset. If you are a liar and a cheat, that’s your Karma. If I’m cheated, that’s my work on myself.

When our hearts open, when we know that we are in fact the world, when we experience the pain of others in our own blood and muscle, we are feeling compassion.

I would say that the thrust of my life has been initially about getting free, and then realizing that my freedom is not independent of everybody else. Then I am arriving at that circle where one works on oneself as a gift to other people so that one doesn't create more suffering. I help people as a work on myself and I work on myself to help people.

We've gotten lost in our Ego and have forgotten that our Soul's only motive is to merge with the Beloved.

Look at the people you don't love and see them as an exercise for you to open your heart.