Nothing is the positive yet indeterminate impression on the horizon, just before becoming something definite. It is nothing and it is not-nothing. Together with the present, it is the future and it is the past.

When I use the word God, I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. And yet, paradoxically, I've staked everything there -- with this Mystery that I cannot comprehend with my finite mind.

Instead of rejecting religion completely, it would be wise to discriminate between substance and shadow -- and encourage the substance.

Take a minute to stop and listen to anything -- it can easily turn into a rather profound metaphor of life's experiences.

Because my spiritual reference point was more Hindu than Judeo-Christian, the Gospels seemed more like the Upanishads or the Bhagavad Gita than the churchy dogma I expected to find.