Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don't apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I'm thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.

we are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. we have no present. our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. we do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. we are therefore out of touch with reality. we confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. we are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.