The Last Story: God Is

That's Where The Fear Comes From-from Your Uninvestigated Thoughts.

Even Breathing Is A Contribution.

The Mind Is So Tricky. It Will Say, "no One Cares. Is It True? Well, Someone Does. Let's See: So-and-so Doesn't Care. Well, Maybe They Do. Well, There Is Someone Who Doesn't Care." It Just Shifts And Shifts And Shifts, So It Can Keep All Of Its Concepts Intact.

I Havent Had A Single Thought For 26 Years. I Have Only Understanding. Its Somewhat Complicated To Understand That. Ive Hardly Ever Spoken About It. Youre In A State Of Total Peace Of Mind. A Kind Of Nirvana.

If I Had A Prayer, It Would Be This: "god, Spare Me From The Desire For Love, Approval, Or Appreciation. Amen."