We are transformed by starvation into beasts, transformed by addiction into monsters.

Those who seek the transcendent will endeavor to observe the common thread between times, people, and every imaginable separation.  Not only that, they will seek to make their knowledge an organic, functional thing.  Others will wallow in the divide, or that gilded cage where they can see what is transcendent yet never have to apply it.  

Either way is fine.  The first way, though, is ultimately less painful (IMHO).

Intent informs everything; it’s the difference between a joke and a phrase full of hate, the difference between killing and murder, the difference between self-serving and truly selfless.  The aspiration must not to stay within the reductive cage of rules and political correctness, but to easily jump from seeming opposites, with the light of clarified intent to guide your way.

At some deep level, most of us are aware that we are more than these fleshy constructs.  So let’s be simultaneously kind and demanding of ourselve(s), so that the infinite [whatever-it-is] gets its chance to make the most of our fragile forms.  

Tending/managing the body’s baser needs is not weakness; it is humble acknowledgement. Those who pretend differently invite the propagation of ignorance, the pain of suppression, and—if they are unlucky—an involuntary meltdown.

Since our technology and development prevent us from answering the deep puzzles of life, it is imperative that we devote regular focus to refining the process with which we question things.  We must not be afraid to skirt convention, even though it constantly tries to force itself on the way we query reality.

Never let those hits to the face go unused. By volition, they can either turn out to be valuable lessons or just random abuse.

All states of mind have their use; the key is training to move in and out of them at a moment’s notice, because life can derail itself in a flash.  

The slicing awareness that can instantaneously transform from killer to caretaker—with the clear-souled intent of honoring [Higher Power]’s need—is one that can see the divine in diametrically opposing aspects.  There goes a blessed servant indeed.

Every seemingly fell arrow of chance can be used as material to build a ladder towards greater awareness.

If the soul makes a habit out of hunting for awareness (as well as engaging in the seemingly masochistic process of cutting away ignorance), then even though pain is inevitable, I believe that that soul can spare itself the suffering that comes with this fleeting life.