Inner Peace Is A Miracle

“People say walking on water is a miracle, but to me walking peacefully on earth is the real miracle.”

— Thich Nhat Hahn   

I think most people would rather observe a miracle than have peace of mind, and I can’t blame them.

To see Jesus walk on water would be quite the sight. 

But what if there was a deep cosmic miraculous peace within each of us? 

Supposedly the Kingdom of Heaven is within each of us, and I believe that. 

That seems like a miracle – to seek the kingdom of heaven and find it within yourself…  

How can we begin to obtain inner peace? 

Meditation is a good place to start. 

Here is a meditation guide I wrote that can help — just ignore the psychedelic part of it (although psychedelics are helping many humans now and into the future.) 

Begin with this. 

You Need A Stronger Mind

“If someone succeeds in provoking you, realize that your mind is complicit in the provocation.”

— Epictetus 

Some miserable people live their life looking for the next opportunity to provoke or bother someone. 

Don’t let it be you. 

Even if they go out of their way to insult you – you can’t get angry if you have a strong mind. 

The easy route is to be annoyed, to be miserable, to be distracted, to be hopeless, to be disempowered. 

And the hard route is to live as an empowered individual. To remain calm, centered, and uneffected by the hate & misery of others.  

Provocation is just another distraction sent by the ignorant to destroy your inner peace. 

The ignorant have no life of their own so they become lifeless parasites, literally like diseased bugs, trying to spread their disease – their hate, misery, violence, ignorance, pain, etc. and they’ll get you if you don’t put your bug spray on. 

And what is your bug spray in this situation? It’s focus. 

You must remain focused on your mind and your life. 

What are you doing with your life? 

Where are you going? 

What do you want your life to be like 2 years from now? 5 years. 10 years. 

Maintain a long term vision, add goals, and act toward your best life, and when other people call you “difficult” it’s because you can’t be provoked or manipulated. 

Stay true to your life path. 

Ignore the haters. 

Focus. Win.

Selective Acquaintances & Friends

“You can die from someone else’s misery — emotional states are as infectious as diseases.”

— Robert Greene 

He also says to avoid the unhappy and unlucky.  

You become similar to the 5 people you are closest to, so who are you around the most? 

Are they happy?

Depressed? 

Negative? 

Positive? 

Optimistic? 

Hopeless? 

And what is your state of mind? 

Are you bringing value and energy to the tables you sit at? 

One of the best things we all can do is decide who we let into our lives – and to be extremely selective about it – since we become similar to the people we hang out with.

True Peace Is Within

“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”

— Buddha  

Have you ever felt anxious or scared and immediately sought a person or an item to calm your nerves? 

I have. 

I’ve sought out spiritual teachers from multiple religions. I’ve read books. I’ve used items. 

These teachers and books and items have helped calm my mind and heart, but I never became dependent on them. 

They pointed the way towards true peace – and that way was within myself. 

You’ll likely never find peace in politics – as it’s always changing and politicians lie and attack each other… there’s no peace in that, but a large number of people look to politicians for some reason.  

So how do you discover peace within yourself? 

Begin by meditating. 

It won’t happen overnight, but if you seek peace for long enough – you will have it. 

12 Ideas from Thoreau’s “Civil Disobedience”

The year was 1849. 

The philosopher Henry David Thoreau was in jail for refusing to pay his poll tax to protest the Mexican-American war and slavery.  

Reflecting on his night in jail, Thoreau wrote an essay titled “Civil Disobedience” 

Here are 12 quotes from this essay that capture its essence:  

1 “This American government — what is it but a tradition, though a recent one, endeavoring to transmit itself unimpaired to posterity, but each instant losing some of its integrity?” 

… “Governments show thus how successfully men can be imposed upon, even impose on themselves, for their own advantage.”  

2 “I ask for, not at once no government, but at once a better government. Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.”  

3 “It is truly enough said that a corporation has no conscience; but a corporation of conscientious men is a corporation with a conscious.”  

4 “A common and natural result of an undue respect for the law is, that you may see a file of soldiers, colonel, captain, corporal, privates, powder-monkeys, and all, marching in admirable order over hill and dale to the wars, against their wills, ay, against their common sense and consciences, which makes it very steep marching indeed, and produces a palpitation of heart…. Now, what are they? Men at all? Or small movable forts and magazines, at the service of some unscrupulous man in power?” 

5 “The mass of men serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies…In most cases there is no free exercise whatever of the judgment or of the moral sense; but they put themselves on a level with wood and earth and stones; and wooden men can perhaps be manufactured that will serve the purpose as well. Such command no more respect than men of straw or a lump of dirt. They have the same sort of worth only as horses and dogs. Yet such as these even are commonly esteemed good citizens.” 

6 “There are thousands who are in opinion opposed to slavery and to the war, who yet in effect do nothing to put an end to them.”

7 “Unjust laws exists: shall we be content to obey them, or shall we endeavor to amend them, and obey them until we have succeeded, or shall we transgress them at once?” 

8 “But if it is of such nature that it requires you to be an agent of injustice to another, then I say, break the law.” 

9 “Is there not a sort of bloodshed when the conscience is wounded? Through this wound a man’s real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds an everlasting death. I see this blood flowing now.” 

10 “Thus the state never intentionally confronts a man’s sense, intellectual or moral, but only his body, his senses. It is not armed with superior wit or honesty, but with superior physical strength. I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion.” 

11 “If we were left solely to the wordy wit of legislators in Congress for our guidance, uncorrected by the seasonal experience and the effectual complaints of the people, America would not long retain her rank among the nations.” 

12 “The progress from an absolute to a limited monarchy, from a limited monarchy to a democracy, is a progress toward a true respect for the individual.” 

Who Do You Trust?

“They trust me, and they’ve forgotten how to rely on their own instincts, because I lead them to nourishment.”

— Paulo Coelho (Santiago speaking in The Alchemist) 

We live in societies where a range of people are seeking your attention. Some of these people may be helpful, and some deceive. 

How can you know who to trust? 

Do you rely upon your own instinct? Or do you take someone’s word for it?  

I began with the above quote from The Alchemist because I’ve observed that certain governments snatch away people’s minds & instincts, and desire for the people to obey the government, but does the government lead people to nourishment? 

To me, it appears that current governments desire to control people, yet they rarely lead anyone to nourishment. 

Do you rely on a government to tell you what to believe? What to think? How to live? 

Or do you make those choices yourself? 

Jack In Wonderland

Hi, this is a comedic adventure short story about Jack In Wonderland.

Chapter 1: The Fungi and the Fool

Jack was not the kind of guy who normally wandered off into the woods behind his apartment building. But a recent breakup, three missed job interviews, and a YouTube rabbit hole about “forest soul healing” pushed him into trying something new.

He stumbled across an old, mossy stump glowing faintly blue in the shade. Resting atop it: a cluster of glimmering, rainbow-speckled mushrooms that looked like they were straight out of a video game. A crudely written sign nearby read:

“Eat One. Trip All. – The Fungi Council”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, okay, why not?”

He plucked the largest one, shrugged, and popped it in his mouth.

Reality wobbled. The trees leaned in and whispered secrets in Latin. A raccoon in a top hat gave Jack a thumbs up. The forest spun, sparkled, and folded in on itself like origami.

Jack passed out smiling.

Chapter 2: Welcome to Wonderland

When Jack opened his eyes, the sky was purple and the sun was blinking like it had something in its eye.

He stood at the gates of a strange city, its skyline made of spiraling lollipops, floating teacups, and towers shaped like rubber ducks. A sign swung overhead, reading:

Welcome to Wonderland – No Normalcy Allowed.

“Ah, cool,” Jack muttered. “Either I’m high or I finally made it to Burning Man.”

A trumpet blast startled him. From behind a glittering trash can stepped a walrus in suspenders and roller skates. “Oi! Fresh arrival! Name?”

“Jack.”

“Jack! Well, I’m Sir Bubbles von Wobble, and you’re now a Temporary Citizen of Wonderland. Congratulations. Mind the jellyfish crosswalks.”

Sir Bubbles handed him a glowing ID badge and rolled away yelling something about “brunch o’clock.”

Jack wandered into the city, unsure if he was dreaming or had simply discovered the best mushrooms in history.

Chapter 3: The Rooftop Beanstalk Bar

His first stop: a towering bar that swayed like a palm tree in the wind. The sign read “The Beanstalk Bar – Happy Hour ‘til Gravity Returns.”

Inside, sentient plants served drinks with names like Moon Juice Margarita and Nebula Nog. Jack ordered something called a “Cosmic Elbow” and immediately hiccupped a small galaxy.

“New here?” said a cactus in a tuxedo sitting next to him.

“Just arrived,” Jack replied, trying to catch a falling mini-meteor with his glass.

“You’ll fit in. Just don’t look the Mayor in the eyes. Or do. Depends what species you are.”

The roof opened suddenly, and Jack was launched skyward in a bubble of laughter and tequila. He landed in a giant bird’s nest. Three hipster owls offered him gum and unsolicited life advice.

Chapter 4: The Forest of Infinite Echoes

Jack wandered out of the city and into a forest where every word spoken bounced back with passive-aggressive commentary.

“Hello?” he called.

“Hello?”

“Could’ve said it nicer.”

“Yeah, rude tone.”

He tiptoed deeper, where he met a snake knitting a sweater and a turtle DJ who only played slow remixes of rave hits. They led him to the Tree of Tangents, which gave confusing life advice in the form of dad jokes.

“Why did the mushroom get invited to the party?” it asked.

“Because he was a fun guy?”

“WRONG. Because reality is malleable, Jack. Open your third nostril.”

Jack sneezed out a rainbow.

Chapter 5: Apartment 7B and the Disco Pigeons

Wandering back into the city, Jack found himself in front of a boring beige apartment building labeled “The Real World.”

He entered, curious. Inside, the hallways were infinite. Each door opened into something wild: a room of flying sandwiches, an anti-gravity gym, and finally, Apartment 7B, where he met a group of disco pigeons rehearsing a synchronized dance for the annual Sky Party.

“Want in?” cooed their leader, a pigeon named Greg with a golden chain.

Jack joined. He learned the Funky Feather Shuffle, which apparently unlocked a hidden part of the city visible only to those with “soul rhythm.”

They partied until dawn.

Chapter 6: Stargazing at the End of the World

That night, Jack and his new friends—Greg the disco pigeon, Sir Bubbles, and a shy talking mushroom named Denise—climbed to the top of the Cloud Opera House.

They laid on cotton-candy grass and watched the stars swirl.

But these weren’t normal stars. They rearranged themselves into memes, old movie quotes, and abstract philosophical questions.

One star winked and whispered to Jack, “You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Another asked, “What is soup, really?”

Greg passed around stardust popcorn.

“So… is any of this real?” Jack asked.

Sir Bubbles burped softly. “Does it matter?”

And Jack had to admit—maybe it didn’t.

Chapter 7: The Way Home (or Not)

Eventually, Jack found himself back at the edge of the forest where he began. A glowing sign blinked:

“EXIT WONDERLAND? Y/N”

Jack hesitated. But his stomach growled (real world burritos had no rivals), and he clicked “Y.”

The sky folded again. Light flashed. He woke up next to the glowing stump, the mushrooms gone, a raccoon now sleeping on his foot.

He checked his pockets: A pigeon feather, a business card for “Denise’s Mushroom Therapy,” and a crumpled napkin that said “Come back anytime, Jack – Wonderland misses you.”

He smiled, stood up, and walked home.

The End.

(For now.)

The Benefits of Psilocybin Mushrooms: A New Frontier in Mental Health and Personal Growth

Psilocybin mushrooms, often referred to as “magic mushrooms,” have been used for centuries in spiritual and healing rituals by indigenous cultures around the world. Today, modern science is catching up with ancient wisdom, exploring the therapeutic and psychological benefits of psilocybin, the primary psychoactive compound found in these fungi. With research accelerating and legal frameworks beginning to shift, psilocybin mushrooms are becoming a focal point in conversations around mental health, addiction treatment, and personal development.

1. Mental Health Breakthroughs

One of the most promising areas of psilocybin research lies in its ability to treat mental health conditions that are often resistant to traditional therapies.

• Depression: Clinical trials conducted by institutions like Johns Hopkins University and Imperial College London have shown that psilocybin-assisted therapy can produce rapid and sustained reductions in depressive symptoms, often after just one or two sessions.

• Anxiety: Particularly in individuals facing life-threatening diagnoses such as cancer, psilocybin has helped reduce existential anxiety and increase acceptance and emotional resilience.

• Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD): While more research is needed, early findings suggest that psilocybin can help patients process traumatic experiences more constructively by temporarily disrupting ingrained thought patterns and allowing new perspectives to emerge.

2. Addiction Treatment

Psilocybin has shown significant potential in treating various forms of addiction, including alcohol dependence and smoking.

• In clinical settings, patients report a newfound sense of clarity and motivation following psilocybin experiences, often citing a sense of being “reset” or realigned with their core values.

• A study from Johns Hopkins University found that 80% of participants in a smoking cessation trial were still abstinent six months after treatment with psilocybin-assisted therapy—a far higher success rate than traditional methods.

3. Cognitive and Emotional Flexibility

Psilocybin alters activity in the brain’s default mode network (DMN), which is linked to self-referential thinking and rumination. Reducing activity in this area can help users break out of repetitive, negative thought patterns.

• Users often describe experiences of ego dissolution, where the boundaries between self and world temporarily dissolve, leading to increased feelings of connection and empathy.

• These insights can result in improved emotional regulation, greater creativity, and a shift in life priorities—benefits that extend well beyond the duration of the psychedelic experience itself.

4. Spiritual and Existential Insights

Many people who take psilocybin report deeply meaningful spiritual experiences, even when the context is clinical rather than religious.

• These experiences often lead to lasting changes in values, attitudes, and behaviors, including greater appreciation for life, improved relationships, and increased openness.

• A landmark study published in Psychopharmacology found that over 60% of participants rated their psilocybin session as one of the five most meaningful experiences of their lives.

5. Low Risk of Harm and Dependency

Unlike many pharmaceutical drugs or substances of abuse, psilocybin has a very low potential for addiction and physical harm.

• It is not considered physically addictive, and the body quickly builds tolerance, making frequent recreational use unlikely.

• When used responsibly in a supportive setting, the risks of adverse psychological effects can be significantly mitigated.

Looking Ahead: Cautious Optimism

Despite their benefits, psilocybin mushrooms are not a panacea. They are powerful psychoactive substances that can cause distressing experiences, particularly in unsupervised or unprepared contexts. However, with growing support for medicalization, decriminalization, and regulated therapeutic use, the future of psilocybin as a tool for healing and transformation is bright.

As more clinical trials are conducted and public perceptions shift, psilocybin may well become a central part of how we address some of the most persistent challenges in mental health and human well-being.

https://www.amazon.com/Psychedelic-Trip-Journal-Psil-Silva/dp/B08FP7SQMS

Disclaimer: This article is intended for informational purposes only and does not constitute medical advice. Psilocybin remains illegal in many jurisdictions and should only be used where legal and under appropriate guidance.

The Headless Hero of Hollow Bay

“The Headless Hero of Hollow Bay”, an original short story in 7 chapters, blending comedy, mystery, and eerie heroism. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: Fog and Regulations

In the village of Hollow Bay, every sunrise was announced not with joy but with sirens and scrolls. The scrolls were thrown from drones (some of which occasionally dropped goats by mistake) and read:

“By Order of Lord Demetrius: Smile, or else.”

Demetrius, the ruler of Hollow Bay, was a towering, gray-bearded tyrant with the flexibility of a broomstick and the warmth of an icicle. He enforced laws like “No whistling after 3:02 PM” and “No buttering toast with the left hand.”

The citizens followed these commands with wide, fake grins and trembling hands.

Then, one Tuesday at precisely 3:03 PM—when a local baker dared to hum—the Headless Horseman returned.

He came with thunderous hooves, riding a massive jet-black horse named Muffin. His armor clanked, his cape whipped in the wind, and his lack of a head did nothing to diminish his commanding presence. No one knew where he came from or how he saw—but he definitely saw. And heard. And probably tasted things somehow.

That day, he stole no heads. He simply stole attention.

Chapter 2: Apples and Anarchy

The Horseman had a strange habit: he always stole apples.

Not jewels, not scrolls—just apples. He would gallop into town, snatch a shiny red orb from a stand or a windowsill, raise it high above his nonexistent face, and ride off laughing—or rather, emitting a sound like a kazoo stuck in a thundercloud.

Demetrius, of course, was furious.

“He’s mocking me! He’s mocking the law!” he screamed, throwing teacups at his terrified guards. “An apple thief! A menace! A… vitamin enthusiast!”

The townsfolk, however, began to chuckle after each of the Horseman’s visits. Quietly, of course. In dark corners. With the windows closed.

They admired his rebelliousness, his timing, his weird apple fixation. Some even left apples on purpose, daring him to take them.

And take them he did—with flair.

Chapter 3: The Pie Incident

Demetrius, seeing that fear was slipping like soup through a fork, hatched a plan.

“Make the biggest, most tempting apple pie in the history of Hollow Bay,” he ordered.

And they did. It was 7 feet wide, steaming with golden crust, resting on a pedestal in the middle of town. A sign read:

“FOR THE HEADLESS FOOL. CONSUME AND BE CURSED.”

At midnight, the Headless Horseman appeared—through fog and flute music played by no visible flutist.

He trotted to the pie.

He sniffed it. Somehow.

Then he reached down and—put a fork in it.

Citizens gasped.

He took one bite, waved with dramatic flair, and vanished into the night with a firecracker fizzle.

The next morning, Demetrius awoke to find his own bed filled with apple peels. Screamed. Fainted. Was slapped awake by his butler.

The townspeople laughed. A little louder this time.

Chapter 4: Hauntings and Hope

Strange things began to happen.

Demetrius’s bathtub filled with oats overnight. His statue wept apple juice. His horse began neighing the tune of “Yankee Doodle.”

Each unexplained event was punctuated by the echo of hoofbeats and a faint, ghostly whistle.

He tried to trap the Horseman with nets. Explosives. Bureaucratic paperwork.

Nothing worked.

Meanwhile, Hollow Bay began to change. Secret murals appeared—depicting the Horseman holding up apples like trophies. Children played “Horseman Tag.” Elders baked apple pies “just in case.”

Even the guards began wearing black cloaks as a joke. Then not as a joke.

The fear shifted. It moved from the Horseman… to Demetrius.

Chapter 5: The Secret Assembly of Apples

In the basement of the Hollow Bay Bakery, under the pretense of “yeast rising experiments,” the townsfolk met.

“We want the Horseman,” whispered Old Marla. “We want someone who doesn’t tell us which way to sneeze!”

“But he’s headless,” argued someone.

“And still a better leader,” replied another.

They began to write The Apple Charter, a document requesting—no, demanding—that the Headless Horseman become their guardian. They planned to release it during the Apple Harvest Festival, the one day Demetrius allowed merriment (closely monitored by emotion police, of course).

Chapter 6: The Harvest Hijinks

The festival began with the usual stiff dancing and joy audits.

But at exactly 6:66 PM (yes, Demetrius invented that time), the Horseman struck.

He descended from the sky (some say on a flying muffin, others say via cannon) and landed in the town square.

With a puff of smoke and a kazoo squeal, he produced the Apple Charter—already signed by hundreds.

Demetrius shrieked. “TREASON!”

The Horseman raised one bony, gloved finger.

And pointed.

At Demetrius’s pants.

Which promptly fell.

Then his wig flew off. Then his prized steed dumped him unceremoniously into a haystack.

The town roared with laughter. Real, unfiltered, joyous laughter.

Chapter 7: Apples and Ashes

Demetrius vanished that night. Some say he fled. Some say the Horseman turned him into applesauce. No one knows.

The next morning, the town awoke to a new sign:

“HOLLOW BAY: A PLACE FOR THINKERS, LAUGHERS, AND PIE ENTHUSIASTS.”

And beneath it, a single carved apple—smiling.

The Headless Horseman never declared himself ruler. He never spoke. Never stayed.

But he still rides in and out of Hollow Bay, always at unexpected hours, sometimes just to juggle fruit or chase cats dramatically.

To this day, no one knows where he lives, or why he chose apples.

But Hollow Bay doesn’t care.

Because they are finally free.

And somewhere in the fog, a kazoo hums… softly.

33 Taoist Ideas from The Tao of Pooh

The Tao of Pooh is a novel written by Benjamin Hoff. 

Hoff explains Taoism through Winne-the-Pooh tales in this book. Here are 33 of the best verses from The Tao of Pooh:

1 “That’s when I began to get an idea: to write a book that explained the principles of Taoism through Winnie-the-Pooh, and explained Winnie-the-Pooh through the principles of Taoism.”

2 “What’s that?” The Unbeliever asked.
“Wisdom from a Western Taoist,” I said.
“It sounds like something from Winnie-the-Pooh,” he said.
“It is,” I said.
“That’t not about Taoism,” he said.
“Oh, yes it is,” I said. 
“No, it’s not,” he said.
“What do you think it’s about?” I said.
“It’s about this dumpy litter bear that wanders around asking silly questions, making up songs, and going though all kinds of adventures, without ever accumulating any amount of intellectual knowledge or losing his simpleminded sort of happiness. That’s what it’s about,” he said.
“Same thing,” I said.

3 “As any old Taoist walking out of the woods can tell you, simpleminded does not mean stupid. It’s rather significant that the Taoist ideal is that of the still, calm, reflecting ‘mirror-mind’ of the Uncarved Block.”

4 “The essence of the principle of the Uncarved Block is that things in their original simplicity contain their own natural power, power that it easily spoiled and lost when that simplicity is changed.”

5 “When you discard arrogance, complexity, and a few other things that get in the way, sooner or later you will discover the simple, childlike, and mysterious secret known to those of the uncarved block: Life is Fun.” 

6 “From the state of the uncarved block comes the ability to enjoy the simple and the quiet, the natural and the plain. Along with that comes the ability to do things spontaneously and have them work, odd as that may appear to others at times.”

7 “In the final section of the Tao Te Ching, Lao-tse wrote, ‘the wise are not learned; the learned are not wise’ – an attitude shared by countless Taoists before and since.”

8 “The Taoist writer Chuang-tse worded it this way: ‘A well-frog cannot imagine the ocean, nor can a summer insect conceive of ice. How then can a scholar understand the Tao? He is restricted by his own learning.’”

9 “You might say that while Rabbit’s little routine is that of knowledge for the sake of being clever, and while Owl’s is that of knowledge for the sake of appearing wise, Eeyore’s is knowledge for the sake of complaining about something. As anything who doesn’t have it can see, the eeyore attitude gets in the way of things like wisdom and happiness, and pretty much prevents any sort of real accomplishment in life.” 

10 “It’s today,” said piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh. 
Ours, too. We wonder why the scholars don’t think much of it. Perhaps it’s because they confuse themselves thinking about other days so much.”

11 “To the dedicated scholars, putting names on things is the most vital activity in the world. Tree. Flower. Dog. But don’t ask them to prune the tree, plant the flower, or take care of the dog, unless you enjoy unpleasant surprises. Living, growing things are beyond them, it seems.”

12 “Now, scholars can be very useful and necessary, in their own dull and unamusing way. They provide a lot of information. It’s just that there is something more, and that something more is what life is really all about.”

13 “The thing that makes someone truly different – unique, in fact – is something that cleverness cannot really understand. We will refer to that special something here as Inner Nature. Since it’s pretty much beyond the power of the intellect to measure or understand.”

14 “When you know and respect your own Inner Nature, you know where you belong. You also know where you don’t belong…One man’s food is often another man’s poison, and what is glamorous and exciting to some can be a dangerous trap to others. An incident in the life os Chuang-tse can serve as an example:

‘While sitting on the banks of the P’u River, Chuang-tse was approached by two representatives of the Prince of Ch’u, who offered him a position at court. Chuang-tse watched the water flowing by as if he had not heard. Finally, he remarked, ‘I am told that the Prince has a sacred tortoise, over two thousand years old, which is kept in a box, wrapped in silk and brocade.’ ‘That is true,’ the officials replied. ‘If the tortoise had been given a choice,’ Chuang-tse continued, ‘which do you think he would have like better – to have been alive in the mud, or dead within the palace?’ ‘To have been alive in the mud, of course,’ the men answered. ‘I too prefer the mud,’ said Chuang-tse. ‘Good-bye.’”

15 “Why does a chicken do what it does? You don’t know? Neither do we. Neither does anyone else. Science likes to strut around and act smart by putting its labels on everything, but if you look at them closely, you’ll see that they don’t really say much. ‘Genes?’ ‘DNA?’ Just scratching the surface. ‘Instinct?’ You know what that means:
Curious: ‘Why do birds fly south for the winter?’
Science: ‘Instinct.’
It means, ‘we don’t know.’
The important thing is, we don’t really need to know. We don’t need to imitate nearsighted science, which peers at the world through an electron microscope, looking for answers it will never find and coming up with more questions instead. We don’t need to play abstract philosopher, asking unnecessary questions and coming up with meaningless answers. What we need to do is recognize Inner Nature & work with things as they are. When we don’t, we get into trouble.”

16 “Everything has its own Inner Nature. Unlike other forms of life, though, people are easily led away from what’s right for them, because people have brain, and brain can be fooled. But many people do not look at it or listen to it, and consequently do not understand themselves very much. Having little understanding of themselves, they have little respect for themselves, and are therefore easily influenced by others.
But, rather than be carried along by circumstances and manipulated by those who can see the weakness and behavior tendencies that we ignore, we can work with our own characteristics and be in control of our lives. The way of self-reliance starts with recognizing who we are, what we’ve got to work with, and what works best for us.”

17 “By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a rivers, and, being grown-up, it did not run and hump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, ‘There is no hurry. We shall get there some day.’”

18 “Wu Wei means, ‘without doing, causing, or making.’ But practically speaking, it means without meddlesome, combative, or egotistical effort.”

19 “When you work with Wu Wei, you put the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. No stress, no struggle. Egotistical Desire tries to force the round peg into the square hole and the square peg into the round hole. Cleverness tries to devise craftier ways of making pegs fit where they don’t belong. Knowledge tries to figure out why round pegs fit round holes, but not square holes. Wu Wei doesn’t try. It doesn’t think about it. It just does it. And when it does, it doesn’t appear to do much of anything. But things get done.”

20 “…then relax and try it again…Try doing something with a tense mind. The surest way to become tense, awkward, confused is to develop a mind that tries too hard – one that thinks too much. The animals in the forest don’t think too much; they just are. But with an overwhelming number of people, to misquote an old western philosopher, it’s a case of ‘I think, therefore I am confused.’ If you compare the City with the Forest, you may begin to wonder why it’s man who goes around classifying himself as the superior animal…
… ‘If people were superior to animals, they’d take better care of the world,’ said Pooh.”

21 “Things just happen in the right way, at the right time. At least they do when you let them, when you work with circumstances instead of saying, ‘this isn’t supposed to be happening this way,’ and trying hard to make it happen some other way… Later on, you can look back and say, ‘Oh, now I understand. That had to happen so that those could happen, and those had to happen in order for this to happen…’ Then you realize that even if you’d tried to make it all turn out perfectly, you couldn’t have done better, and if you’d really tried, you would have made a mess of the whole thing.”

22 “In the words of Chuang-tse, the mind of Wu Wei ‘flows like water, reflects like a mirror, and responds like an echo.’”

23 “Our bisy backson religions, sciences, and business ethics have tried their hardest to convince us that there is a great reward waiting for us somewhere, and that what we have to do is spend our lives working like lunatics to catch up with it. Whether it’s up in the sky, behind the next molecule, or in the executive suite, it’s somehow always further along than we are — just down the road, on the other side of the world, past the moon, beyond the stars…”

24 “…A way of life that keeps saying, ‘around the next corner, above the next step,’ works against the natural order of things and makes it so difficult to be happy and good that only a few get to where they would naturally have been in the first place — happy and good — and the rest give up and fall by the side of the road, cursing the world, which is not to blame but which is there to help show the way…those who think that the rewarding things in life are somehow beyond the rainbow…”

25 “The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can’t save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly. The Bisy Backson has practically no time at all, because he’s too busy wasting it by trying to save it. And by trying to save every bit of it, he ends up wasting the whole thing. Henry David Thoreau put it this way, in Walden:

‘Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, so they take a thousand stitches to-day to save nine tomorrow.’”

26 “…Each time the goal is reached, it becomes not so much fun, and we’re off to reach the next one, then the next one, then the next…if we do things in the wrong sort of way, it makes us miserable, angry, confused, and things like that. The goal has to be right for us, and it has to be beneficial, in order to ensure a beneficial process. But aside from that, it’s really the process that’s important. Enjoyment of the process is the secret that erases the myths of the great reward and saving time. Perhaps this can help to explain the everyday significance of the word Tao, the Way.”

27 “When we take the time to enjoy our surroundings and appreciate being alive, we find that we have no time to be Bisy Backsons anymore.”

28 “The poet Lu Yu wrote: 
The clouds above us join and separate,
The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from celebrating?”

29 “In order to take control of our lives and accomplish something of lasting value, sooner or later we need to learn to Believe. We don’t need to shift our responsibilities onto the shoulders of some deified Spiritual Superman, or sit around and wait for Fate to come knocking at the door. We simply need to believe in the power that’s within us, and use it. When we do that, and stop imitating others and competing against them, things begin to work for us.”

30 “Like silence after noise, or cool, clear water on a hot, stuffy day, emptiness cleans out the messy mind and charges up the batteries of spiritual energy.”

31 “Why do the enlightened seem filled with light and happiness, like children? Because they are. The wise are children who know. Their minds have been emptied of the countless minute something of small learning, and filled with the wisdom of the Great Nothing, the Way of the Universe.”

32 “The masters of life know the Way, for they listen to the voice within them, the voice of wisdom and simplicity, the voice that reasons beyond cleverness and knows beyond knowledge.”

33 Confucius, Buddha, & Lao-tse 

“ …the theme of the painting is well known: We see three men standing around a vat of vinegar. Each has dipped his finger into the vinegar and tasted it. The expression on each man’s face shows his individual reaction. Since the painting is allegorical, we are to understand that these are no ordinary vinegar tasters, but are instead representatives of the “Three Teachings” of China, and that the vinegar they are camping represents the Essence of Life. The three masters are Confucius, Buddha, and Lao-tse, author of the oldest existing book of Taoism. The first has a sour look on his face, the second wears a bitter expression, but the third man is smiling. 

To Confucius, life seemed rather sour. He believed that the present was out of step with the past, and that the government of man on earth was out of harmony with the Way of Heaven, the government of the universe…A saying was recorded about Confucius: “If the mat was not straight, the Master would not sit.” This ought to give an individual of the extent to which things were carried out under Confucianism. 

To Buddha, the second figure in the painting, life on earth was bitter, filled with attachments and desires that led to suffering. The world was seen as a setter of traps, a generator of illusions, a revolving wheel of pain for all creatures. In order to find peace, the Buddhist considered it necessary to transcend “the world of dust” and reach Nirvana, literally a state of “no wind.” 

To Lao-tse, the harmony that naturally existed between heaven and earth from the very beginning could be found by anyone at any time, but not by following the rules of the Confucianists. According to Lao-tse, the more man interfered with the natural balance produced and governed by the universal laws, the further away harmony retreated into the distance. The more forcing, the more trouble. Whether heavy or light, wet or dry, fast or slow, everything had its own nature already within it, which could not be violated without causing difficulties. When abstract and arbitrary rules were imposed from the outside, struggle was inevitable. Only then did life become sour. To Lao-tse, the world was not a setter of traps but a teacher of valuable lessons…A basic principle of Lao-tse’s teaching was that this way of the universe could not be adequately described in words, and that it would be insulting both to its unlimited power and to the intelligent human mind to attempt to do so. Still, its nature could be understood, and those who cared most about it, and the life from which it was inseparable, understood it best.”