Each Time Your Mind Changes Your Whole

Every (stressful Thought) Is A Variation On A Single Theme: This Shouldn't Be Happening. I Shouldn't Be Having This Experience. God Is Unjust. Life Isn't Fair.

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

To Me, Health Is A Balanced Mind. A Balanced Mind Knows How To Get Enough Rest, How To Eat Properly, How To Exercise. I Have Come Out As Just A Balanced Human Being, And I Don't Know Anything Finer Than That.

You Don't Have To Feel Bad To Act Kindly. Love Doesn't Stand By, It Moves With The Speed Of Clarity.

When You're Comfortable And Secure, It's Not Enough. The Mind Doesn't Stop There Because It Has To Continue To Focus Itself As This Body, So It Moves To Pleasure. And Pleasure Really Is A Non-existent Thing. When We're Experiencing Pleasure, We're Trying To Hold Onto It As It Leaves, So It Really Isn't Pleasure. Pleasure Is Pain Because We're Grasping.