The Whole Point To Being Here, Really,

The Purpose Of Life Is To Find Out 'who Am I?', 'why Am I Here?' And 'where Am I Going?'

Throughout Much Of Our Lives, Our Association With The Temporary Has Risen. This Transitory Body, A Sack Of Bones And Flesh, Is Considered Erroneously As Our True Body And We Have Accepted This Temporary Condition As Conclusive.

A Lot Of People Went Underground With Their Spiritual Life In The Seventies, But They're Out There In Little Nooks And Crannies And In The Countryside, People Who Look And Dress Straight, Insurance Salesmen Types, But They're Really Meditators And Chanters, Closet Devotees.

If There's A God, I Want To See Him. It's Pointless To Believe In Something Without Proof.

The More I Go Inside, The More There Is To See.