Questioning Our Stressful Thoughts, We Come To

Reality Is Always The Story Of A Past, And What I Love About The Past Is—it's Over.

I See The Goodness And Beauty In Everyone, And Everything Is A Gift Given For Me And For All Of Us. If You Don't Love It, Question Your Mind Until You Do.

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

The Work Always Leaves You With Less Of A Story. Who Would You Be Without Your Story? You Never Know Until You Inquire. There Is No Story That Is You Or That Leads To You. Every Story Leads Away From You. Turn It Around; Undo It. You Are What Exists Before All Stories. You Are What Remains When The Story Is Understood.

You Can't Drop Concepts. You Can Only Shine A Little Flashlight On Them As You Do Inquiry, An You See That What You Thought Was True Wasn't. And When The Truth Is Seen, There's Nothing You Can Do To Make The Lie True For You Again.