The world is like a sheet of paper on which something is typed. The reading and the meaning will vary with the reader, but the paper is the common factor, always present, rarely perceived. When the ribbon is removed, typing leaves no trace on the paper. So is my mind - the impressions keep on coming, but no trace is left.

Real happiness is not vulnerable, because it does not depend on circumstances.

In my world, nothing ever goes wrong.

All you want is to be happy. All your desires, whatever they may be, are longing for happiness. Basically, you wish yourself well...desire by itself is not wrong. It is life itself, the urge to grow in knowledge and experience. It is choices you make that are wrong. To imagine that some little thing-food, sex, power, fame-will make you happy is to decieve oneself. Only something as vast and deep as your real self can make you truly and lastingly happy.

Shift your attention from words to silence and you will hear.

Truth gives no advantage. It gives no higher status, no power over others; all you get is truth and freedom from the false.

The world has only as much power over you as you give it. Rebel. Go beyond duality.