Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.
But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.
All experiences are preceded by mind, having mind as their master, created by mind.
Purity and impurity depend on oneself; no one can purify another.
You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.
I wrote somewhere once that the third-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the majority, the second-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking with the minority, and the first-rate mind was only happy when it was thinking.
"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."
The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.