There Comes A Point In

A Thought Is A Screen, Not A Mirror; That Is Why You Live In A Thought Envelope, Untouched By Reality.

The Tragedy Of An Attachment Is That If Its Object Is Not Attained It Causes Unhappiness. But If It Is Attained, It Does Not Cause Happiness – It Merely Causes A Flash Of Pleasure Followed By Weariness, And It Is Always Accompanied, Of Course, By The Anxiety That You May Lose The Object Of Your Attachment.

"i Seek The Meaning Of Existence," Said The Stranger. "you Are Of Course Assuming," Said The Master, "that Existence Has A Meaning." "doesn't It?" "when You Experience Existence As It Is - Not As You Think It Is You Will Discover That Your Question Has No Meaning," Said The Master.

What I Really Enjoy Is Not You; It's Something That's Greater Than Both You And Me. It Is Something That I Discovered, A Kind Of Symphony, A Kind Of Orchestra That Plays One Melody In Your Presence, But When You Depart, The Orchestra Doesn't Stop. When I Meet Someone Else, It Plays Another Melody, Which Is Also Very Delightful. And When I'm Alone, It Continues To Play.

I Leave You Free To Be Yourself: To Think Your Thoughts, Indulge Your Tastes, Follow Your Inclinations, Behave In Ways That You Decide Are To Your Liking.