The Illusion Never Really Dissipates

To Release Others From The Expectations We Have Of Them Is To Really Love Them.

It's Not Going To Be About Money. It's Going To Be About Who Am I, What Have I Done And Where Am I Going.

I Mean, I'm Just Speaking Of My Own Experiences And My Own Desires, And It's A Kind Of A Childlike Wonder That Could Really Possibly Speculate On Other Dimensions.

Maybe The Tragedy Of The Human Race Was That We Had Forgotten That We Are Each Divine.

Fear Makes Strangers Of People Who Would Be Friends.