Remember that whatever knowledge you do not solidly lay the foundation of before you are eighteen, you will never be master of while you breathe.
(Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl Chesterfield (1694-1773), British statesman, man of letters. letter, Dec. 11, 1747, Letters Written by the Late Right Honourable Philip Dormer Stanhope, 4th Earl, Earl of Chesterfield, to his Son, Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl, Esq, 5th ed., vol. I, p. 297, London (1774).
Philip was fifteen at the time.)
Racism finds no home in the heart of an enlightened soul. Many proclaim their faith, but few live their faith with every breathe breathed, to the core of their being, to depths of not a judgemental; but a compassionate soul.
'The poet in me knows a very simple truth, to know what I am going to write, I must begin writing, the words are not within me; the words are within the universe and I am their voice, I can sometimes write an entire poem, start to finish word perfect, without knowing what I am writing; most of my poems are not chosen topics, a moment a point in time that could be fixed measured arrives, it could be any time day or night, anytime free time relatively relaxed; and thus normally daily I will write, rarely with a plan as to what how I will write, I will write because I need to write; as rain needs to fall, as rivers need to flow, as flowers need to grow, I write as I breathe thus not to write is not to breathe.'
One must do practice in the waking world and become a walking, living, breathing meditator. Not a person just sitting with their eyes closed, but the meditator with his eyes open in the world and acting in the world from a place of peace, compassion, kindness and most importantly, the place of being awareness. Only then does one become a true meditator in life.