I’ve been working on a new website. I can’t seem to let go of my habit of collecting quotes. My little egoic self feels the need to collect them, as if they are something for it to hold on, to make itself feel more real or tangible. My true self knows that they are just words, words that point to someplace beyond words, to where being and truth and existence just are. The trick becomes not to be attached to the words, but to follow where they point.
The new website: Signposts—words pointing…