Whenever I look at a mountain I always expect it to turn into a volcano.
Must faith be exactly that, the willingness and ability to believe in the face of a lack of evidence? If one could find the evidence, would then the faith be dead?
These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.
Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.
Much of what we see in the universe. . . starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.
Before Man goes to the stars he should learn how to live on Earth.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.
Any attempts at humor immediately after September 11th were deemed tasteless.
I think England has been in the long-term damaged by Britishness.
Bearing in his right paw the shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances, cut the roots of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war; His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display - indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma.
There are so many places, particularly right now. Go and volunteer at a food bank. If you play the piano, go play the piano in an Alzheimer's home. Or read in an Alzheimer's home. Help a military family with babysitting. The opportunities are endless. People often think 'They want me?' or 'I can be of help?' What we try to say here is 'Be who you are. 'Feel that, live it and pass it on.