Everything else can be debated and qualified, but not this: Here I am.
Unhappiness is like a mental mouse infestation. The solution is to purge the mind of every wrong idea and negative emotion. Be like Bruno the cat. He’s sprawled out, watching. Mice aren’t fools.
Do we need words to communicate with one another? No. We need words to impart information.
The door to the heart opens on the realization that the ground of our being, the essence of who we are, is formless. All else is congealed energy. “Our bodies are like prisons,” said Einstein, “and I look forward to be free, but I don’t speculate on what will happen to me. I live here now, and my responsibility is in this world now.”
Right action is pre-eminently necessary. But it does not always mean doing something. Sometimes right action is along the lines of wu wei, from the Chinese for “action-less activity.” That’s why Laozi’s question “Do you know how to do nothing?” is not rhetorical.