To Seek The Perfection Of The Warrior's

This Very Rock Where We're Sitting Is A Rock Because We Have Been Forced To Give Out Attention To It

My Worrying, For Instance, Was A Scene In Which I Looked At Myself While I Had The Sensation Of Being Boxed In. I Call That Worrying, It Has Happened To Me A Number Of Times After That First Time.

The Sorcerer's Description Of The World Is Perceivable. But Our Insistence On Holding On To Our Standard Version Of Reality Renders Us Almost Deaf And Blind To It.

The Ego Is Like A Tired Old Dog. We Can Never Kill It, So Put It Out On The Back Porch, Let It Rest There, And Step Around It.

You Are Like You Are, Because You Tell Yourself That You Are That Way.