All Is Well, All Is Well. Though

A Writer Arrived At The Monastery To Write A Book About The Master. "people Say You Are A Genius . Are You?" He Asked. "you Might Say So." Said The Master, None Too Modestly. "and What Makes One A Genius?" "the Ability To Recognize." "recognize What?" "the Butterfly In A Caterpillar: The Eagle In An Egg; The Saint In A Selfish Human Being.

Think Of A Flabby Person Covered With Layers Of Fat. That Is What Your Mind Can Become - Flabby, Covered With Layers Of Fat Till It Becomes Too Dull And Lazy To Think, To Observe, To Explore, To Discover ... Not Wanting To Be Disturbed Or Questioned Into Wakefulness.

Nothing Has Changed But My Attitude, Therefore, Everything Has Changed.

Both What You Run From- And What You Yearn For - Are Within You.

Suffering Is Given To You That You Might Open Your Eyes To The Truth.