Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At

The Testing Of Good And Bad Is In Order That The Gold May Boil And Bring The Scum To The Top.

The Quieter We Become, The More We Can Hear.

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

And Watch Two Men Washing Clothes, One Makes Dry Clothes Wet. The Other Makes Wet Clothes Dry. They Seem To Be Thwarting Each Other, But Their Work Is A Perfect Harmony. Every Holy Person Seems To Have A Different Doctrine And Practice, But There's Really Only One Work.

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.