Me and mine

Consciousness doesn’t have a mum and dad. It wasn’t born. It doesn’t die.

The universal and the particular

Kindness is not personal. It’s like health—an activity of consciousness.

Consciousness is not personal. Love is not personal. We are individual expressions of the same consciousness. If we are ‘in love’, we are in love with ourselves.

Is there a concept more sterile and tome-ish than that of a family tree?

The tribal mind is what takes us to war. It’s why humans kill humans.