Love does not apologize. Or make mistakes. Jesus never said, “I’m sorry.”
Life is a play about love. We are currently watching what happens when love is thwarted, repressed, personalized, nationalized, militarized. When love is turned in on itself, when it becomes selfishness, it explodes.
A quiet mind is not an end in itself. It clears the stage.
Life is the actor; we are the acted upon. Or, per Eckhart Tolle, Life is the dancer; we are the dance. So, no, we’re not driving the bus. And there are no coincidences.
The true man is two-faced to this extent: He plays the game alright but it doesn’t matter to him whether he wins or loses.