You teach best what you most need to learn.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?

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

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.

Does anybody learn writing, or do they just touch someone who lets them see the power of the deleted word?

I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me.

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