Love has no enemies. No favourites, either.
The man who loves his wife but hates his boss does not love his wife. We need to examine this business of divided love, of how we bestow it as if we owned it, because love is not partial, private or personal. The way we relate to the store clerk, to other drivers, to the prostitute at the well, is the way we love.
Whatever you do, do it with your whole heart. Are you on the drunk-and-dissolute path? Do that with everything you’ve got. Are you committed to awakening? Allow no one to deter, deflect or dissuade you. The key thing is not to hop from one path to another, to mix things up. Disaster that way lies.
The first rule of the dance is to move with what happens.
Everything that happens has numberless causes; nothing is disconnected; there is no such thing as an isolated event; and still we ask, “Why did this happen?” Or we pledge: “I’m going to get to the bottom of this!”