You are a magnificent constellation of stars, an unfathomable mystery of beauty and wonderment. Such an irreplaceable part of the whole--you are an exquisitely perfect expression of Life itself, just as you are right now. I know this about you, because I know it about me.

Turning the other cheek, when properly understood, is not an expression of co-dependent doormat-hood. Nor is it a state of passive denial. Turning the other cheek, my friend, is badass.

No spiritual master who ever walked the earth has anything on you. You're the complete package, the real deal. You just don't remember it yet.

Life is not the shit and complications and obligations that make up our day. That's just the stuff we pile on top of Life to obscure it. Our existence itself is the miraculous thing we're talking about here. Life is, essentially, another workable synonym for 'God.