We Suffer Only Until We Realize That

We Are Never Really In Control. We Just Think We Are When Things Happen To Be Going Our Way.

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.

It Makes Sense That No One Else Can Cause You Pain. That's Your Job.

The More You Reveal, The More You Have To Question And The Freer You Get. Until, Finally, You're Absolutely Exposed. And That Leaves You In A Fearless Position, Because You Can Work In The World Without The Fear Of Being Found Out. That Is Freedom.

I Can Find Only Three Kinds Of Business In The Universe: Mine, Yours, And God's.