Do not be deceived by their immateriality. Thoughts are things—that is, objects in the mind. This is where the drive to de-clutter originates. Ah, subtraction! Thank you, Marie Kondo. Space is love.
I cannot say that I have been improved or elevated by virtue of believing something. Where, then, is the necessity for belief? From the outside, belief appears as a kind of pseudo-knowing, a mind-made obstacle to knowing.
Heaven is not won, unless dropping the seed-shell of my public face is winning. Tennyson emerged from one of his trances to say that the loss of personality is the only true life.
Inexorably, without haste or delay, we outgrow our confinements. Shuck them off. The last husk to go is the body.
We are not the doers; we are the done to. The acted upon.
In the soul’s gymnasium, it’s not what a man does that matters; it’s what he stops doing.