When I Speak, You Must

We Live In A Flash Of Light; Evening Comes And It Is Night Forever. It's Only A Flash And We Waste It. We Waste It With Our Anxiety, Our Worries, Our Concerns, Our Burdens.

As The Arabs Say, "the Nature Of Rain Is The Same, But It Makes Thorns Grow In The Marshes And Flowers In The Gardens.

Happiness Is Our Natural State. Happiness Is The Natural State Of Little Children, To Whom The Kingdom Belongs Until They Have Been Polluted And Contaminated By The Stupidity Of Society And Culture.

The Master Would Insist That The Final Barrier To Our Attaining God Was The Word And Concept God.

Thought Can Organize The World So Well That You Are No Longer Able To See It.