We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.