Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Each day provides its own gifts.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival.
The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater our own sense of well-being becomes.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Each day provides its own gifts.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival.
The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater our own sense of well-being becomes.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.