The love of someone else is more accessible or more possible if one lives with a sense of loving embrace towards oneself because that extends out into the world.

When you die, God and the Angels will hold you accountable for all the pleasures you were allowed in life that you denied yourself.

It's the bringing together of knowledge and wisdom that is a great part - perhaps the greatest part - of our life's journey.

When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in: this world, and also the invisible world of meaning that sustains everything that was and ever shall be.

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?

This question of love begins and ends with the willingness to be welcoming to one's own experience as a loving action towards oneself. It may be dark, it may be light, it may be joyous, it may be sorrowful, but it's your experience, and therefore, your life. As we have that kind of loving response towards our own life, then life itself in terms of the outside world, begins to feel different.

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