My belief is the belief of no beliefs. That’s my belief.

The only cure for love, is love.

What would my life, have been like, if I hadn't been put up for adoption? Who would my parents have been then? Or my parent, my mother?

There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.

You can't resent another person for not giving you what you didn't ask for.

You can't resent the other person for not giving you what you didn't ask for.

And could you, from a place of love, actually stand up and, use force, to give someone back, the suffering, they were trying to put on you? Would I do it? Maybe it would even be, an act of fierce compassion, as Enso Roshi sometimes talked about, to not take it any more. To not cow down, anymore. To let my father know, the tyrant, the aggressor, that if he hits me, I’m going to hit back, and hard.

If it is going to kill you,” Enso Roshi says, “then let it kill you.

As you think and act, so your world becomes.

We find what's in our own heads.