The one with —egoism' and —my-ness' (mamata); the one with the awareness that "I am the doer'- are all called "Jiva' [living beings] and he who has attained the realization that "I am not the doer, I am the Knower-Seer and I am the form of the eternal-bliss', then he is the "Soul'!

You are a special being

I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.

I sit and ponder my existence: how I'm here, what put me here in these thoughts, these feelings, birthed from a timeless sleep, what it felt like, or rather the lack thereof, to not have been and now to 'be', and suddenly, I realize how absurd I am to exist, the fragility in my understanding of existence; I then wonder why the supernatural, the thought of other beings, of God or of gods, must be distinctly absurd - by which I am no longer sure. 'If I exist and I have made myself absurd to me, then why not they exist while merely believed absurd by me?' Perhaps it is true that in a wandering head, one full of wonders, the natural becomes supernatural and the supernatural becomes preternatural (or rational within the sights of discovery and explanation), just as the return home after a life-long journey feels, for a moment, foreign after the many experiences.

If you wish to find the strength of being, read the Holy Bible.

Love is the beauty of being.

A happy heart is the beauty of being.

If you examine the Bible daily, you find the beauty of being.

The beauty of being!

The beauty of life is the bliss of being.

The pain is necessary to find the power of being.

I think, therefore I am' is the statement of an intellectual who underrates toothaches.

We become what we think about all day long.

Don't be yourself - be someone a little nicer.

It's never too late to be who you might have been.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

Where there is a stink of shit, there is a smell of being.

Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence. Being, then, is the dazzle each of us makes as we thread the dance of those three rhythms in our lives.

Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained.

We are not trapped by a difficult past life any more than we are by a difficult childhood.