It's For Each Of Us To Look

Thoughts Are Just What Is. They Appear. They're Innocent. They're Not Personal.

Behold Your World! The Judgments You Believe Just Created It.

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

There's No Nightmare You Can't Wake Yourself Up From.

My Life Is A Contribution.