How much to learn if we could spend one hour, spend twenty minutes, with the us we will become! How much could we say to the us we were.

I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.

don't you think between here and now we will see each other once or twice?

Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...

How is it we’re the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?

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.

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.