Everything is a reflection of the condition of your own heart ... And so looking at the world is like looking in a funny kind of mirror

It doesn't matter that we are inside a jail. Everyone is inside a jail. We need to get out of the bigger jail: this entire life, this life that always leads to death and ruin.

Is this flesh - born only to die; or is it pure and loving light?

Are they dead, and gone forever; or do they stand at your side, waiting to be seen, waiting until you learn to see them, be with them, be them?