Children play the games they play. Children like to play in mud. They like to play cops and robbers. They like to play hide go seek. They like to break toys. They like to build sand castles, and they like to knock them down. They like to play. Play makes sense because it is play.

As the children become adults, they continue to play games. The game they play then is called life, considered by many to be real life, and very very serious. Play is really entered into, and sometimes at all costs.

Why fight love? When love overtakes the heart, let it. Then you will love the mountains and the sea and the tulip and the soulness of Human Beings on Earth. You will love.

If love haunts you, it haunts you because it belongs to you. Sometimes love has been the orphan child you do not acknowledge. You shunt it off on a side-track while you wait — for what? Love is the main theme of your life. It is the engine that runs the universe, and it runs you.

What if there is only good fortune? What if bad luck does not exist?

When I created the Universe, I said it was good. I did not say, mostly good. Or sometimes good. Or once in a while good. I said good. I did not say goodness and mercy were tempered with less than goodness and mercy.