Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives me an idea of prophecy.

Penetration seems a kind of inspiration; it gives me an idea of prophecy.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.

The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. -Martha Washington.

The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. -Martha Washington.

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the read more

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.

Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil read more

Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil Williams.

That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.

That which happens in life is not as important as how you accept it. Walter Brueggeman -Unknown.

Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. read more

Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world. -Hans Margolius.

The appearance of things change according to the emotions and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the read more

The appearance of things change according to the emotions and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves. -Kahlil Gilbran.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.