We Live Equally Out Of Our Bodies

The Range Of What We Think And Do Is Limited By What We Fail To Notice.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.

If You Have Passion For What You Do, The Company You Keep, The Life You Live, It Will Be Reflected In Whatever You Create. Passion Is Like That; It Springs Out, Jumps, Unpredictable And Unplanned, Into Everything We Touch. If It Doesn't, Others Know. Passion Can't Be Faked And It Can't Be Manufactured. Which Is Why It Is So Priceless.

The Range Of What We Think And Do Is Limited By What We Fail To Notice. And Because We Fail To Notice There Is Little We Can Do To Change Until We Notice How Failing To Notice Shapes Our Thoughts And Deeds.

They Are Playing A Game. They Are Playing At Not Playing A Game. If I Show Them I See They Are, I Shall Break The Rules And They Will Punish Me. I Must Play Their Game, Of Not Seeing I See The Game.