I Think That's The Trick: Wanting What

As Far As Intellect, What Else Is There? Without Intellect, No Story And No World.

I Am A Lover Of What Is, Not Because I'm A Spiritual Person, But Because It Hurts When I Argue With Reality. We Can Know That Reality Is Good Just As It Is, Because When We Argue With It, We Experience Tension And Frustration. We Don't Feel Natural Or Balanced. When We Stop Opposing Reality, Action Becomes Simple, Fluid, Kind, And Fearless.

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.

Until We Question Our Stressful Thoughts, We Remain Victims Of The Images In Our Head.

I Could Go On And On About How The Statements And Concepts That Used To Depress Me Now Bring Me Joy, But That Is Not Easily Understood For People Who Think The Way I Used To Think And Believe What I Used To Believe.