The way back to yourself is through refusal and rejection.

Wisdom tells me I am nothing, love tells me I am everything. Between the two, my life flows.

What is religion? A cloud in the sky. I live in the sky, not in the clouds, which are so many words held together. Remove the verbiage and what remains? Truth remains.

Your High opinion of me is your opinion only. Any moment you may change it. Why attach importance to opinions, even your own ?