It does seem that we have to be somebody before we can become nobody.

The obvious predicament that the intellect has a difficult time with is the sneaking realization that more is never enough. Or, more is maybe enough for a moment, but it doesn’t last.

During those years I was taking acid once each year to find out what I was forgetting, to uncover any subtle ways in which I was conning myself. One year I took it in the Mid-America Motel in Salina, Kansas; that was my mid-America trip.

But the predicament is that enlightenment is not an achievement; enlightenment is a transformation of being. And the achiever goes as well as the achievement.

Our whole incarnation is the teaching.

Gandhi’s statement, “Whatever you do may seem insignificant, but it is most important that you do it”.

Spiritual practices such as meditation slowly help us to extricate ourselves from attachment to the levels of illusion of our separateness.

But the predicament is that enlightenment is not an achievement; enlightenment is a transformation of being. And the achiever goes as well as the achievement.

In the middle of our most intense sensual enjoyment—which we would like to get lost back into, there is always the voice that says, “You are now in the middle of your intense sensual enjoyment.” We can’t get in; we can’t get out. And here we are.