We are Godseekers all, though some be churchgoing believers and others pilgrims to an unknown shrine.

Present yourself always As who you would be, And that is the person The world will see.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me.

A blogger is constantly looking over his shoulder, for fear that he is not being followed.

It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.