Empires rise and fall like the abdomen of God. It's just the universe breathing.

A belief in reincarnation would at least give us some slack; we would have many lifetimes to get it right.

Poetry is the special medium of spiritual crazy wisdom, the form of expression that comes closest to creating a bridge between words and what is wordless.

One suggestion is to regard your personality as a pet. It follows you around anyway, so give it a name and make friends with it. Keep it on a leash when you need to, and let it run free when you feel that is appropriate. Train it as well as you can, and then accept its idiosyncrasies, but always remember that your pet is not you. Your pet has its own life, and just happens to be in an intimate relationship with you, whoever you may be, hiding there behind your personality.

If you don't like the news go out and make some of your own.

What's the matter? What's the antimatter? Does it antimatter?

After a few years of meditation practice we can even learn how to occasionally ignore ourselves. And what relief that can be!