When You Srgue With Reality, You Lose,

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

Since The Past Is Unreal And The Future Is Unreal, All Your Thoughts Are About Nothing.

God, As I Use The Word, Is Another Name For What Is. I Always Know God's Intention: It's Exactly What Is In Every Moment.

After You've Been Doing Inquiry For A While, If You Have The Thought "she Doesn't Love Me," You Just Get The Immediate Turnaround With A Smile: "oh, I'm Not Loving Myself In This Moment."

When We Question Our Thoughts, We See That The Craziness Was Never In The World, But In Us.