The infinite — the only condition where logic and paradox dwell without conflict.

There are infinite ways to recognise the infinite.

Things to be interested in come and go but the raw unmediated actuality of the present moment is always right here and can be of the greatest perpetual interest.

Whenever we look, whatever we witness is simply what is here now and that is always everything and more than enough to be with, to work with to leave exactly as it is.

Trust not knowing.

Words and images, words and images, so many, seemingly endless words and images describing and depicting just more words and images; all obscuring the original source…

The problems of thought are not clarified by more thinking.

A ruler trying to measure itself…

No hope nor fear here. Just what is.