We’re almost home when we experience good and bad in the same way.
It cannot be said of any experience that it was bad or good. There are only experiences. Nothing in the spiritual economy is wasted.
Goodness provides a service to others. Love realizes that there are no others.
The father watches his son play with his toys. His attention goes to the boy, not the toys. In like manner, we watch the mind, aware of but indifferent to its laddish fascinations.
I’m the same age I always was. So, factually, I’m not the body.