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Be yourself, free being.

You don't understand," Alecto replied vacantly. "It isn't that I want to die... I just don't want to exist.

I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.

Search not for happiness outside yourself, for nothing could be further from the truth.

No matter how strange things get, know that with every breath, you are becoming that which you have always been.

The deepest realization of meditation is that your being is a non-being. It is a nothing, a vast emptiness without boundaries. It is a no-self. The feeling of self, of "I" is false.

Right where you are, the potential of the universe is.

Sometimes I think that wisdoms slip from my mind like drool from the lips of an idiot...Where's all this stuff coming from? Is it any good? Any good in, you know, the wisdom sense? Who am I to spout this stuff anyway?Well, here's the thing. You too can find yourself shedding wisdom like cat hair if you only allow yourself the liberty of introspection.Think about what you alone know that no one else does. That one neat wonderful profound insight. It is fully yours. No one else on this planet of about six billion people understands it like you do.Now, see if you can share it with someone. Bestow it, a gift of yourself.Wisdom is like gossip. Except it's the good kind.

Stillness offers an experience of being and a recognition that being . . . my essence . . . is a part of all Being, all Essence.

Don't ever get to the point where you can't be taught because life is a classroom and everyone owns a pen.

If we are to be aware of life while we are living it, we must have the courage to relinquish our hard-earned control of ourselves.

COMING FORTH INTO THE LIGHTI was born the dayI thought:What is?What was?AndWhat if?I was transformed the dayMy ego shattered,And all the superficial, materialThings that matteredTo me before,Suddenly ceasedTo matter.I really came into beingThe day I no longer cared aboutWhat the world thought of me,Only on my thoughts forChanging the world.

Running keeps me at a physical peak and sharpens my senses. It makes me touch and see and hear as if for the first time. Through it I get through the first barrier to true emotions, the lack of integration with the body. Into it I escape from the pettiness and triviality of everyday life. And, once inside,stop the daily pendulum perpetually oscillating between distraction and boredom...It is the swing from boredom to anxiety, from depression to worry, that exhausts and defeats us. The sure knowledge that we can be much more than we are frustrates us.

Beyond thought I reach a state. I refuse to divide it up into words - and what I cannot and do not want to express ends up being the most secret of my secrets. I know that I'm scared of the moments in which I don't use thought and that's a momentary state that is difficult to reach, and which, entirely secret, no longer uses words with which thoughts are produce. Is not using words to lose your identity? is it getting lost in the harmful essential shadows?

I can see myself before myself__ being through dark scenery.

My beliefs are the center of my being.

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don__ believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you__l be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn__ make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is.

Sweet Pocket, you mustn__ ask about my life before I came here. What I am now, I have always been, and everything I am is here with you._____weet Thalia,_ said I. __hat is a fiery flagon of dragon toss.