From "Autism the Musical", before performing one of the children said so profoundly I played it again and again:  “I think I’m trying to hurl.”  

I so understood that statement, when I’m in the city, any city, that’s
exactly how I feel, like I'm "tryin' to hurl".  People and people, lights, sounds, concrete echoes, building after building, after house after house, after store after store after after after in the now Now NOW . . . it's almost beyond overwhelming.  My brain can't digest it all, not all at once . . . sometimes my brain literally screams at me, "Hurl.  Hurl.  Hurl."  Ah, the Amydala.

April 8

A lot of people believe that what backs our “money” is gold or at least
something of some kind of intrinsic and real value.  What really values money is the collective belief that money has value; that it has to have value.  Put that one in your wallet for a second . . . I’m not kidding.

June 16

I remember exactly my first lesson in “meditation”. What they called a “meditation” session was really an exercise in guided imagery and that made no difference to me, certainly not during that summer camp.

All 120 of us campers were sitting on the floor of the recreation hall where a woman was talking to us about having the ability to meditate, to relax. I listened intently, as intently as I could. At 12, I was sitting next to the boy I knew I would love for the rest of my life. Soon, we were all lying down on the concrete while she talked us through the exercises of relaxing our bodies. Everybody relaxed. You could feel it. I could feel it.

She asked us to imagine ourselves a stick of butter on a hot summer day, she told us all to feel ourselves melt into the floor.  I actually became that stick of butter, melting as if I was in a microwave, that quick, right into the floor. My eyes flew open in abject fear right before I had
entirely melted my stick butter self into the floor and I laid there waiting for the “meditation”
to be over. My fascination with the power of my mind had begun.

December 10
Enlightenment is not about love; it’s about the absence of fear.  Some people can say “I’m fearless”, that’s not the same thing, not at all.