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

The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed.

We live in an age of knowledge, with the great god Google, that we can refer to at any time on any subject.

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

Time, for example, is intimately connected with the goddess Kali, which partly accounts for her destructive nature. Energy - in Einstein's equation, E=MC2 - is personified in India as Shakti in her various guises.

Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.

Some of us have the good fortune of some type of natural gift, whether it's playing tennis or painting or writing.