I Don't Mind What Happens.

We Want To Be Famous As A Writer, As A Poet, As A Painter, As A Politician, As A Singer, Or What You Will. Why? Because We Really Don't Love What We Are Doing. If You Loved To Sing, Or To Paint, Or To Write Poems, If You Really Loved It You Would Not Be Concerned With Whether You Are Famous Or Not.

You May Repeat The Most Marvelous Poems. And That Is Not Worth A Cent If You Don't Live It.

The Mind Has To Be Empty To See Clearly.

Surely Education Has No Meaning Unless It Helps You Understand The Vast Experience Of Life With All Its Subtleties, With Its Extraordinary Beauty, Its Sorrows And Joys. You May Earn Degrees, You May Have A Series Of Letters After Your Name And Land A Good Job, But Then What? What Is The Point Of It All If In The Process Your Mind Becomes Dull, Weary, Stupid?

Why Is One A Slave To Thought ? Why Has Thought Become So Important In All Our Lives -thought Being Ideas, Being The Response To The Accumulated Memories In The Brain Cells? Perhaps Many Of You Have Not Even Asked Such A Question Before, Or If You Have You May Have Said, "it's Of Very Little Importance- What Is Important Is Emotion." But I Don't See How You Can Separate The Two. If Thought Does Not Give Continuity To Feeling, Feeling Dies Very Quickly. So Why In Our Daily Lives, In Our Grinding, Boring, Frightened Lives, Has Thought Taken On Such Inordinate Importance?