The trip was about being vulnerable, but not afraid; about opening himself up like a tin can and exposing his guts to the wind and the sky, and somehow finding a way to go beyond his limits. If he could do that, salvation was his. This, he didn't have to remember. Working on salvation - each creature must do that on his own. No preacher could tell you how. No friend could ease the way. No one but you, yourself, could make peace that would last for eternity.
Peace is not an idea. Peace is not a political movement, not a theory or a dogma. Peace is a way of life: living mindfully in the present moment . . . It is not a question of politics but of actions. It is not a matter of improving a political system or even taking care of homeless people alone. These are valuable but will not alone end war and suffering. We must simply stop the endless wars that rage within . . . Imagine, if everyone stopped the war in themselves -- there would be no seeds from which war could grow.