When you genuinely lose your illusions, you begin to marvel at things, because you don't have the answers any more.

Human beings are what I think of as "biomythic" animals: we're controlled largely by the stories we tell. When we get the story wrong, we get out of harmony with the rest of the natural order.

There has always been a part of me that saw wilderness and risk-taking as the path to freedom.

The more we chase away the false mysteries - those things we think we know about ourselves and others - the more mysterious our existence becomes.

The sense of gratitude produces true spiritual alchemy, makes us magnanimous - large souled.

The more you become a connoisseur of gratitude, the less you are a victim of resentment, depression, and despair.

I think we have to trust ourselves in the darkness of not knowing. The God out of which we came and into which we go is an unknown God. It's the luminosity of that darkness and that unknowing that is, I think, the most human - and the most sacred - place of all.