To keep faith with life is to experience that everything- everything that comes to us whatever it is- has its place in the puzzle of our existence.

The ego, as our familiar sense of self, seems predicated on fear. The fear that we might not make it, that we might not get where we want to go. But deep down there is also a grain of fear that we have nothing to give or nothing to offer. I think that's the ego's justifiable anxiety about its substantiality and existence.

Each of us is already special in the sense that nobody has the unique pattern of potentialities that anyone else has.

I had a classic case of what people call "seeker's disease." That was part of my journey, but now, meaning is like a secret that's revealing itself moment by moment, day by day.

When we turn our gaze to the inside, it becomes difficult to locate this familiar sense of self. To overcome that fear we need to feel special in some way.

The natural wish and impetus to feel oneself to be an individual, to be special, includes standing out more than anyone else.

The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet.