It's Quite An Amazing Experience To See

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.

And As Long As We Believe What We Believe - Until That Is Questioned - There's No Progress As A Human Race. Again, We Still Have War. So, Effective Rehabilitation Is To Question What We Believe. When That Happens, Everyone Gets Out Of Prison.

The World You Live In Is 100 Percent Your Own Responsibility. If You Don't Like Your World, It Doesn't Work To Say, "well, It's My Mother's Fault. She Taught Me How To Think."

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

Nothing Comes Ahead Of Its Time, And Nothing Ever Happened That Didn't Need To Happen.