You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about the pathway to the future, but all that will ever be is what’s happening here. And the decisions we make in this moment, which are either based in love or fear. What we really want is impossible out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it.
We’ve got another drug, and it makes you love everybody.
I don’t see that the idea that something is difficult, which is a persistent notion in the psyche of the human expression of consciousness, that we just have to do something to kind of… Sometimes we’re speaking like also a sense that we must get something accurately. So I say, no, there’s no accuracy in the self. Or, everything is the self.
