I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy.

Our body hunts for the roof, the soul just needs a home.

The psyche exists (quite happily, one might add) on an entirely different plane than the body: whereas the body is inextricably bound to time, degrading day-by-day on its 85-year death trek, the psyche is, indeed, ageless, blending its memories into a single unit. It simply collects information—and “maturing” is really nothing more than a judgement of the quality of that information.

Your entire body is like one big hologram. Each aspect is deeply interrelated to other aspects of yourself.

Don't just work hard with your body, work hard with your mind. That is the only way to beat the competition. Hard work without strategy is like a mathematical equation with no formula to solve it.

That it is not bloodBut spirit waterThat courses through our veins

The human mind and body are truly extraordinary. They are the quintessence of excellence in motion. We talk, touch, see, hear, taste, smell, and feel. We dream, aspire, and become. All that we are is mind and body and spirit—that is our universe.

A good way to think of your physical body is that it is the result of your energy, your emotions, your mind and your soul.

Pero después llega un momento en el que estás frente al espejo y te preguntas: ¿esto soy yo? ¿y por qué? ¿por qué me he solidarizado con esto? ¿y a mi qué me importa este rostro? Y en ese momento todo empieza a hundirse. Todo empieza a hundirse.

Sometimes the body experiences a revelation because it has abandoned every other possibility.