“Something is conscious of us. It listens as it plays upon theinstruments that we are. It takes delight in the cacophony, anorchestration so grand it is far beyond our contemplation. It ismasterful, elegant, swift, and awesome. It is the Song of theUniverse—and more. It is our Composer, and one who lovesbeyond conditions, beyond the beyond. If the law of ‘as above, sobelow’ holds true, then we too are composers. We too sing songsthat breathe shape into reality. But are we listening? Are wepaying attention to the compositions we create?”

“The fact that we do not speak it but sing it only expresses the fact that our spoken words are inadequate to express what we want to say, that the burden of our song goes far beyond all human words.”

“We all know - or at least we are told continuously - that we are a divided people. And we know there's a degree of truth in it. We have too often allowed our differences to prevail among us. We have too often allowed ambitious men to play off those differences for political gain. We have too often retreated behind our differences when no one really tried to lead us beyond them.”

“For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves. For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no. And for far too long we have said no when we desperately wanted to say yes. . . . When we don't listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don't, others will abandon us.”

“We too are so dazzled by power and money as to forget our essential fragility, forget that all of us our in the ghetto, that the ghetto is fenced in, that beyond the fence stands the lords of death, and not far away the train is waiting.”

“Whatever is beyond this narrow rational consciousness we mistake for our only consciousness.”