“The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.”
How can you not believe in something that doesn't exist? That's way too convoluted for me.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Sometimes you need to talk with yourself.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.
“The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.”
How can you not believe in something that doesn't exist? That's way too convoluted for me.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
Sometimes you need to talk with yourself.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.