Love Is An Intensification Of

I Just Remember Their Kindness And Goodness To Me, And Their Peacefulness And Their Utter Simplicity. They Inspired Real Reverence, And I Think, In A Way, They Were Certainly Saints. And They Were Saints In That Most Effective And Telling Way: Sanctified By Leading Ordinary Lives In A Completely Supernatural Manner, Sanctified By Obscurity, By Usual Skills, By Common Tasks, By Routine, But Skills, Tasks, Routine Which Received A Supernatural Form From Grace Within.

The Truth That Many People Never Understand Until It Is Too Late Is That The More You Try To Avoid Suffering, The More You Suffer.

The Thing About Zen Is That It Pushes Contradictions To Their Ultimate Limit Where One Has To Choose Between Madness And Innocence. And Zen. Suggests That We May Be Driving Toward One Or The Other On A Cosmic Scale. Driving Toward Them Because, One Way Or The Other, As Madmen Or Innocents, We Are Already There. It Might Be Good To Open Our Eyes And See.

Just Remaining Quietly In The Presence Of God, Listening To Him, Being Attentive To Him, Requires A Lot Of Courage And Know-how.

The Whole Aim Of Zen Is Not To Make Foolproof Statements About Experience, But To Come To Direct Grips With Reality Without The Mediation Of Logical Verbalizing.