Too busy to read?

We're in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that it's all gone.

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.

'What's new?' is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in an endless parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow. I would like, instead, to be concerned with the question 'What is best?', a question which cuts deeply rather than broadly, a question whose answers tend to move the silt downstream.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth,' and so it goes away. Puzzling.

When you want to hurry something, that means you no longer care about it and want to get on to other things.

We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with emphasis on 'good' rather than 'time' and when you make that shift in emphasis the whole approach changes.