PONDER 2.0°

Qoutes From Masterclass

Because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Analysis does not transform consciousness

I love my enemies for two reasons: they inspire me to recognise my weakness. They also inspire me to perfect my imperfect nature.

A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand.

We have blind people singing about bright days and obstacles in thier way perhaps there is a hidden wisdom that only those who can not see will ever understand and those who can see never will

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God's way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.

Not the perception of the proportion of things outside of us but the experience of identification with whatever's outside of us (this is obviously a physical impossibility ; that's why it's a mental responsibility

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; but if you really make them think, they'll hate you.