Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

You can't learn from remembering. You can't learn from guessing. You can learn only from moving forward at the rate you are moved, as brightness into brightness.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.