Ultimately, nothing is mine, and everything I call “mine” is even now in the process of going back to where it came from. Spiritual maturity is our readiness to let go of everything.
Now is a timeless state—no past, no future. It’s where time dies.
When she loves you, she loves you to pieces.
How appears the world to a man whose heart is full of joy?
Sometimes joy displays itself in a burst of riotous theatricality. As, for example, in the gravity-defying hop of a “kinder” goat.