“ There was still a bright awareness, but it was not conceptual in any way. There was no self and other, no inside and outside, no time, no direction, no life, no death. And at the same time, everything was made of love. The trees, the stars, the entire world was made of love.”
I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.
1 time for the Grammy that I never got
2 times for the Garden that I sold out
3 times for the street crimes that I committed
Yeah I did it but thank God that I made it out
4 times cause I'm a fuckin bastard
5 times Platinum with my last shit
6 times for the beats & the rhymes