Every Mind Deserves To Be Free. When

That's What I Love About Integrity. Each Time We Go Inside, That's Where It Is.

When We Stop Opposing Reality, Action Becomes Simple, Fluid, Kind, And Fearless.

When They Attack You And You Notice That You Love Them With All Your Heart, Your Work Is Done.

Who Would You Be Without Your Story?

In The Fall, You Don't Grieve Because The Leaves Are Falling And Dying. You Say, "isn't It Beautiful!" Well, We're The Same Way. There Are Seasons. We All Fall Sooner Or Later. It's All So Beautiful. And Our Concepts, Without Investigation, Keep Us From Knowing This. It's Beautiful To Be A Leaf, To Be Born, To Fall, To Give Way To The Next, To Become Food For The Roots. It's Life, Always Changing Its Form And Always Giving Itself Completely. We All Do Our Part. No Mistake.