Throughout life, we constantly narrate, or commentate on, everything we do, say, see, touch, smell, taste, and hear. As natural storytellers, we continuously keep the plot moving forward, sometimes missing millions of subplots that are developing on their own.

What is it that makes the pervasive impermanence in our lives so frightening? Maybe it is because it is so non-negotiable and therefore seems to undermine our self-importance.

When we become too insulated in our own little world, we lose contact with other people and lose sight of the importance of their wants and needs.

Real integrity is an art form, not a rigid science. Once we set our first toe in the water of dissolving the mind, it is time to let go even more.

I have become like so many of us -- a spectator watching war with about the same degree of engagement as I might watch a football game.