You can have the rent paid, the door locked and the people you love asleep down the hall, and still find no reason to get up. Meaning is not a thing you find but a circle you keep widening.

The most dangerous criminal in your country is not the one we chase down the alley. He wears a clean shirt, holds high office, and steals the school your child never got to sit in.

Almost everyone can tell you their rights. Ask what they owe and you get a blank look. That backwardness is most of what is wrong between people.

The freedom a person wins by taking their own mind in hand does not last long out in the open. I found this out the hard way. You can do all the work of the third part of this book. You can clear the lens, look at the room, and turn the lens at last on the one who is holding it. You can come out of it settled, awake, harder to push around.