If you feel like a bird, fly. They come to you brimming over and they fill you to overflowing. They ask nothing of you except that you participate in their unending joy. The fellow who is out to burn things up is the counterpart of the fool who thinks he can save the world. The world needs neither to be burned up nor to be saved . . .
Nothing is solid, fixed or unalterable.
All is flux, because everything created is also creative . . . We are always in two worlds at once, and neither of them is the world of reality. One is the world we think we are in, the other is the world we would like to be in.