As we live out of such a mind, we become generous, with no sense of tolerance. We become patient, with no sense of putting up with anything. We become compassionate, with no sense of separation. And we become wise, with no sense of having to straighten anyone out.

She marveled at the futility of his method: he was acting as if, by naming her opinion in advance, he would make her unable to alter it.

But in the end all religions point to the same light. In between the light and us, sometimes there are too many rules. The light is here and there are no rules to follow this light.

I tried
I tried
I tried

Perhaps didn't get it right

Written By Vincent C. Ven

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