He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all

As long as we believe in sequential time, we see becoming instead of being. Beyond time, we are all one.

So this world, I think, and an indefinite number of other worlds of our creation, are also - we're here for fun; we're here for learning; we're here for remembering who we are, and who we are, are expressions of life so absolutely linked with the life that is, always was, always will be.

My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

If perfection is stagnation, then Heaven is a swamp.

Evolution made civilization steward of this planet. A hundred thousand years later, the steward stood before evolution not helper but destroyer, not healer but parasite. So evolution withdrew its gift, passed civilization by, rescued the planet from intelligence and handed it to love.

Shop for security over happiness and we buy it at that price.