I belong on this earth in the way that an oak tree does.

Most of us make an effort to do and be the best we can be, which leads to a distinction we need to make between the notion of struggle and the notion of effort.

I live in California, where there's a lot of driving entailed. I'm usually going somewhere to be on time to meet someone so I'm necessarily engaged in time. And yet, how can I in that moment of driving my car, be aware of that which is not going anywhere?

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

Day by day, tiny specks of us float away.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

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.