The people who came to her booth were seeking meaning and control - but they were looking in the wrong place. When they gave themselves over to superstition, they were giving up on shaping their own destiny.
— Ruth Ware
0210 Joy Waits Squalling and naked you enter. Stumbling and slow you'll leave. Between, you'll struggle to achieve love, money, prestige or power. But all along deep in your center joy waits and seeks to flower
4211 Smaller Groups We habitually choose our smaller groups We don't know how to belong larger. It would take almost unhuman departure, demanding too much letting go. But any other path means getting no closer to heaven and no farther from brutes