The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.

Even though flowers fall, don't regret it. Even though weeds grow, don't hate them. Don't arouse the passions of attraction and repulsion, hating and loving. If only we don't arouse the passions, the falling of flowers and the growing of weeds as they are is manifest absolute reality.

Whatever you can conceive or imagine is but a fragment of yourself.