Someone was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool streams gushed over one hand, she spelled into the other the word "Water," first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly, I felt a misty caress as of something forgotten—a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free!
People walk around sad because they don't know what to do with their future. You
have this minute right now. What are you doing with it? ...If you are filled with joy for
one minute, then you will know what to do with the next minute also. We are given
this minute, not tomorrow. Sadness is very much concerned with what I don't have,
and I really don't have tomorrow yet. The Truth is, I am always standing before
nothingness, because I am nonexistent yet for the next minute. I'm not here yet. Time
isn't there. The world isn't there. The world is here...right now!
