All Is Well, All Is

Live Your Life As You See Fit. That's Not Selfish. Selfish Is To Demand That Others Live Their Lives As You See Fit.

We're Crazy, We're Living On Crazy Ideas About Love, About Relationships, About Happiness, About Joy, About Everything.

What Is The Work Of A Master?" Said A Solemn-faced Visitor. "to Teach People To Laugh ," Said The Master Gravely.

As Soon As You Look At The World Through An Ideology You Are Finished. No Reality Fits An Ideology. Life Is Beyond That. That Is Why People Are Always Searching For A Meaning To Life. But Life Has No Meaning; It Cannot Have Meaning Because Meaning Is A Formula; Meaning Is Something That Makes Sense To The Mind. Every Time You Make Sense Out Of Reality, You Bump Into Something That Destroys The Sense You Made . Meaning Is Only Found When You Go Beyond Meaning.

A Writer Arrived At The Monastery To Write A Book About The Master. "people Say You Are A Genius . Are You?" He Asked. "you Might Say So." Said The Master, None Too Modestly. "and What Makes One A Genius?" "the Ability To Recognize." "recognize What?" "the Butterfly In A Caterpillar: The Eagle In An Egg; The Saint In A Selfish Human Being.