The Vedas say, the ultimate freedom is freedom from wanting. It's freedom from desires, it's called Moksha.

I think this realm we're in is about getting really clear on that; that the stuff of the world is infinite and it hooks us, and then once we get hooked, we lose. We become a slave to it, if it's not there, we can't be happy.

Even with pain, because yes there is pain, injustice in the world. So then, unless all of the pain of the world goes, I cannot be happy? That makes me an emotional slave to the pain of the world.

Trusting that there is a plan, that there is an intelligent force in the universe, that even if we don't see it or completely understand it, we will learn. Like the Rumi poem, whoever brought me here, is going to have to take me home.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place,

I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,

but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.