The self loves some things and not others. The soul loves only one thing: the universe. The universe is "all things turned into one". The soul loves all things as they are (whatever they are in the now), as all things are otherwise the universe.   I've often met strangers and declared that I love them no less than I love my children. That's because I love all things. One such stranger responded: "Well, if you love everyone, you love no one." That is the perspective of the self....

The way to heaven is open to everyone, but those who think it is only open to those in their religion but not another. They are going in the opposite direction....

Every thing, a finite "I" to itself. The universe is infinite I's. Letting go the possessive apostrophe, the "I's" are "is"; a flow, not things....

Those who are present don't agonize over what's lost or get emotional about what's next. Unless we are celebrating the present, we are not present....

The universe is a flow that consciousness divides with time, space, and words. A moment in time is a photo of the flow in our mind. Foveal vision creates things from undifferentiable peripheral vision. Words are allusions creating illusions from nothing....