“Now that I have you thoroughly confused, let me pause to hear your own dismayed cry.”
“So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.”
“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, Smell the sea, and feel the sky,Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.- Into the Mystic”
“Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear”
“Roseanne, Roseanne, if I called to you now, my own self calling to my own self, would you hear me? And if you could hear me, would you heed me?”
“The Bhagavad Gita—that ancient Indian Yogic text—says that it is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection. So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.”