The peace I am talking about is the peace without which we would lose the very
fabric of who we are, the peace that dances in the heart of everyone. The reality. The
beauty. The joy. The true peace—not an absence of something, but the very presence
of something. That is what is alive. That is what is possible. Even in the middle of a
war, a person can experience this peace.
Some people think freedom is when you get away from your house for the weekend.
To teenagers, freedom is when they leave their parents’ house. Freedom to parents
is when their teenagers actually leave, not just threaten to leave, but actually leave.
Is that freedom?
Freedom from my troubles. Is that freedom? Freedom from my concerns. Is that
freedom? Freedom from my responsibilities. Is that freedom?
I talk about a freedom that can be felt even in a prison. That’s the freedom that
no one can take away from me. Peace that cannot be disturbed—that is real peace.
Freedom that cannot be taken away—that is real freedom.
Who am I? Who are you? We have a singular quest to better
ourselves—to evolve, to move forward, to improve upon all
that can be improved. To make it better.
My message is about the possibility of the ultimate betterment
of a human being—not of mankind, not of a country, not of
a social belief, but of a human being. And it is not through
religion or doctrine, not through ideas or concepts. Neither is
it through hearsay or repetition.
It is through each individual exploring and finding the beauty