We're all the sons of God, or children of the Is, or ideas of the Mind, or however else you want to say it.

Passionately obsessed by anything we love - an avalanche of magic flattens the way ahead, levels, rules, reasons, dissents, bears us with it over chasms, fears, doubts. Without the power of that love.

Learning is finding out what you already know. Doing is demonstrating that you know it. Teaching is reminding others that they know just as well as you. You are all learners, doers, teachers.

That which most concerns and worries you - your survival - is the only certainty you have.

What matters is how I use what I know, every minute of every day; how I use it to remember, in the midst of the game.

Rebuilding us. Isn't that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love, here and now. There is no permanent injury.

I don't want to do business with those who don't make a profit, because they can't give the best service.