...all the answers are but waiting for us while we, poor fools, ask questions and wait for the secrets of God to open themselves up to us: when they, all the while, are waiting for us to open ourselves up to them...
A secret of the masters isn't a secret kept by the masters; it's a secret that nonmasters—everyone but very accomplished adepts—unknowingly conspire to keep from themselves even though the secret is available in broad daylight.
Source: Wild Attraction, a Ruthlessly Practical Guide to Extraordinary Relationship, Pages: 302
Maybe people share their secret selves with me because they sense it won't make me feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary. I always feel like I've experienced a miracle when it happens. I guess, because to me, to reveal one's true self, one's spirit self, is to reveal God.
This is why I love art. Art is the medium. those of us who see the unexplainable converse in. It's safe. And those who don't see the neon dots floating around people, the sparkles falling from the sky, and the auras, of course, can just write it off as imagination and creativity. In that respect, it's a coded conversation.
The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses. They are allowed access to our most private moments. They are there when we think we are alone. Think of what they could tell us. They sit on the laps of presidents. They see acts of love and violence, quarrels and feuds, and the secret play of children. If they could tell us everything they have seen, all of the gaps of our lives would stitch themselves together.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of the heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of the dreams.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
Source: The Prophet: 26 poetic essays, Pages: 54 (On Self-Knowledge)