I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality.

Dr Martin Luther King, Jr.

I talk to you just to plant a seed, a song, a star. If you can become happy, you become religious. A happy person is a religious person -- let that be the definition. A religious person is not one who goes to the church or the temple. A religious person is happy. Wherever he is, he is in the temple. A happy person carries his temple around him.

OSHO

The Venus Project

This website is amazing. Self sustaining money-free future society with machines doing the work!!
A beautiful vision that can start now.
http://www.thevenusproject.com

My country is the world.
My religion is to do good.
Thomas Paine

Quoted in Zeitgeist: Addendum:

An extraterrestrial visitor examining the differences among human societies would find those differences trivial compared to the similarities.
Our lives, our past and our future are tied to the sun, the moon, and the stars...we humans have seen the atoms which constitute all of nature and the forces that sculpted this work...and we who represent the local eyes and ears and thoughts and feelings of the cosmos, have begun to wonder about our origins...star stuff contemplating the stars, organized collections of ten billion billion billion atoms, contemplating the evolution of nature, tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on planet Earth...Our loyalties are to the species and to the planet. Our obligation to survive and flourish is owed not just to ourselves but also to that cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring.
We are one species.
We are star stuff harvesting star light.
Carl Sagan

Zeitgeist: Addendum

If you are struggling with money right now, here is how to change your relationship to it and still live in abundance.

Essential documentary about money...

http://www.moviesfoundonline.com/zeitgeist_addendum.php

White Bee

"White Bee" By Pablo Neruda White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey, and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke. I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose. Ah you who are silent! Let your deep eyes close. There the night flutters. Ah your body, a frightened statue, naked. You have deep eyes in which the night flails. Cool arms of flowers and a lap of rose. Your breasts seem like white snails. A butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on your belly. Ah you who are silent! Here is the solitude from which you are absent. It is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gulls. The water walks barefoot in the wet streets. From that tree the leaves complain as though they were sick. White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent. Ah you who are silent!