In the beginning was the word. And the word was split into infinity. All words, then, are part of the whole. Just as we are each part of the whole. There are individual words, as we are individual beings. Each word carries with it the memory of the whole logos. Just as we each carry the memory of the whole universe.

The ears are the eyes of the dark, as the stars are the eyes of the night sky.

You move into the darkness, wrapping it around you like a heavy cloak. You dive into it naked like a midnight swim, slip beneath its covers and invite it to envelope you, as a dream. You lose yourself in the richness of its mysteries. You start to become the darkness. It starts to become you.

To be human is to be whole, but to fail to see this wholeness.

The rain reminds him that one travels to sacred places in order to awaken that which lies sleeping within. He journeys on this path not to escape the world, but to enter it more deeply. Sometimes that is the only way we can open the doors to our own hearts, to realize that the whole of the earth lives inside the human heart.

We think our world into being.

Holding onto misery only brings more misery into focus. All possibilities exist. But the mind has only room for one thing at a time.

Every answer can be followed by another question.

Life must be taken a step at a time. All else is madness.