Life Calls Not For Perfection, But For

But What If I Should Discover That The Least Amongst Them All, The Poorest Of All Beggars, The Most Impudent Of All Offenders, Yea The Very Fiend Himself— That These Are Within Me, And That I Myself Stand In Need Of The Alms Of My Own Kindness, That I Myself Am The Enemy Who Must Be Loved— What Then?

Everything That Irritates Us About Others Can Lead Us To An Understanding Of Ourselves.

Someone Who Is Brave Enough To Withdraw All His Projections, [is] An Individual Who Is Conscious Of A Pretty Thick Shadow.

God Enters Through The Wound.

God Has Fallen Out Of Containment In Religion And Into Human Hearts—god Is Incarnating. Our Whole Unconscious Is In An Uproar From The God Who Wants To Know And To Be Known.