You can't figure out the Universe, especially if you're using figures to figure it.

Everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality.

To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself.

It seems to be the special peculiarity of human beings that they reflect: they think about thinking and know that they know. This, like other feedback systems, may lead to vicious circles and confusions if improperly managed, but self-awareness makes human experience resonant. It imparts that simultaneous "echo" to all that we think and feel as the box of a violin reverberates with the sound of the strings. It gives depth and volume to what would otherwise be shallow and flat.

It is hard indeed to notice anything for which the languages available to us have no description.

Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified.

You can't get wet from the word 'water.'