thoughts become things... choose the good ones.

Some encouragement from TUT:

In the beginning, the price of giving great love, dear, is risking that it won't be returned.

Until you understand, of course, that great love is always returned.

With interest,
    The Universe

Actually, everything you might ever give, sweetheart, is one day returned, with interest.

My dear, always, that which you most need is already at hand. It's just your present belief in its absence that keeps it from view.

You knew that,
    The Universe

Today you sit on a gold mine, Kif, and beneath your feet are acres of diamonds.

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