No one lives who is not a genius. Trust it. Act on it.
In the world of form, passing and temporary, there are things to learn and teachers are necessary. In the formless, there is nothing to learn. We are teacher and taught.
It doesn’t happen often—and most certainly not with me—but some of us are born fully formed, bursting with self-expression and absolutely ready to go. First, though, there’s infancy, the smallish necessity of being somebody’s kid.
It is somehow tragic that a man would make his pilgrimage from birth to death without encountering, at a bend in the road, the spiritual immensity of John Coltrane.
When Aladdin rubbed his hands together, the friction was sufficient to summon the genie in his ring. When his mother buffed his magic lamp, an even greater genie appeared. Apparently, we need friction.