From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.
Streams of conscious βknowingβ flows like the Nile when one is open from within.
The Spirit, and your soul are not the same things. The Spirit is God - the source. Your soul is God's imagination - the subject.
The beauty of inspiration is its unpredictable timing.
Both friend and enemy reside within us. One lives by the rule of compassion, the other by the rule of hard knocks. Though potential influence of either extreme is inevitable, our actions bear witness to the one we embrace.
Rumors run wild when one sacrifices for self and temporarily forsakes those who assume entitlement to one's persona.
There is no honor in seeking praise for doing that which is expected of you.