If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.
God's purpose for man is to acquire a seeing eye and an understanding heart.
Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.
Shine like the whole universe is yours.
Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.