That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.

We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

With every choice you risk the life you would have had; with every decision, you lose it.

I think our learning lies along the path of whatever it is we love.

How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.

In spite of my study, I have learned. Every grand religion begins in light. Yet only hearts hold light. Pages cannot. I have paper in my hands. Give these words to the world and they will be loved and understood by those who already know their truth. The truth doesn't burn. The truth waits for anyone who wishes to find it... only these pages will burn. At one with the stars... with the pages and their love... one with everything that is, that ever was or will be. One.

Life tells you nothing, it shows you everything.