Ask 'em for only their best. Throw away the bucket and mop, too. Giving creates space in our soul for more light, more ideas, and above all for some of that wonderful gratitude. Giving is the destruction of our own possessiveness, a momentary victory, a momentary ability to soar again. Living means to be vulnerable enough to die often, this dying is the absorbing, transmuting and rising above experience that comes.
Words are seeds and bones.
Seeds for another soul's flower. Words are bones that survive the immediate aliveness and experience. Have faith tht you alreadyknow all this. And above all, Truth is Beauty is Divine Power. That is all.