p71 ~ If I lie on the floor kicking and screaming, who will be moved? The hard and constant lesson is that we are only observers here. We do not move the pieces. We do not chart the course. We have our little parameters, like an insect captured in a shoebox We strut back and forth, arranging and rearranging the arbitrary layout of the grasses we've been given. But with all the head-nodding we do, all the lip-smacking, all the self-satisfied pats to our overfull bellies, all the putting forth of what is really only speculation from our beginning brains, we aren't aware at all of the thing that is before us.
p132 ~ {on giving advice to a friend} But it's not my job to drive Alice's car. It's my job to verify the scenery.
fl: They say that one of the reasons for tragedy is that you learn important lessons from it. ll: I am saying that all of this all of this, all of these things are the telling songs of the wider life, and I am listening with gratitude, and I am listening for as long as I can, and I am listening with all of my might.
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