It's Not Your Job To Like Me

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.

There Is Nothing That Isn't True If You Believe It; And Nothing Is True, Believe It Or Not.

Life Is Simple. Everything Happens For You, Not To You.

Personalities Don't Love. They Want Something.

Freedom Is Our Birthright.