It is very nearly impossible to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind.
You aren't your work, your accomplishments, your possessions, your home, your family... your anything. You're a creation of your Source, dressed in a physical human body intended to experience and enjoy life on Earth.
Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore.
The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil.
Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.
They may know your name, but they don't know your story. They may see your smile, but they don't know what you are hiding.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
