When life demands more of people than they demand of life - as is ordinarily the case - what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death

Our purpose is to consciously, deliberately evolve towards a wiser, more liberated and luminous state of being.

Certain individual words do possess more pitch, more radiance, more shazam! than others, but it's the way words are juxtaposed with other words in a phrase or sentence that can create magic. Perhaps literally.

The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.

Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer's love.

If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you - the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.

And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?