I live by four simple words. Love. Being. Here. Now.

Each moment is now. Reality amounts to flickering lapses in time, as infinite layers of now. And with this constant motion we think of ourselves as being at rest. When in actuality we are zooming through space.

You can be anything you want to be as long as you know who you are. Paradoxically, once you realize this, you begin to lose your sense of self.

A waitress wearing a transparent amber dress came up to the bar. She sauntered toward him and paused to stare into his face. She surprised him by leaning close and kissing his lips. She then backed away and slapped him moderately hard. Slater half-laughed. “What the hell was that for?”“To know the sound of one hand clapping.