When You Do Not Name A Group

To Understand The Totality Of This Extraordinary Thing Called Life, One Must Obviously Not Be Too Definite About These Things. One Cannot Be Definite With Something Which Is So Immense, Which Is Not Measurable By Words. We Cannot Understand The Immeasurable So Long As We Approach It Through Time.

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

All Life Is A Movement In Relationship. There Is No Living Thing On Earth Which Is Not Related To Something Or Other.

Not To Know Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.

There Is Hope In People, Not In Society, Not In Systems, But In You And Me.