Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.
“I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.”
“We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are unnecessary — or disadvantageous. We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another? We move our bodies to and fro and incredible speeds, but do we really leave the spot we started from? Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered. What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers, or moving whole populations about like chess pieces
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough of is love
Danielle de Niese
S. Robson Walton