Change is an illusion because we're always at the place where any future can take us.

...for thousands of years human history has been a magnificently futile conflict, a wonderfully staged panorama of triumphs and tragedies based on the resolute taboo against admitting that black goes with white.

Where do I begin and end in space? I have relations to the sun and air which are just as vital parts of my existence as my heart.

Parts exist only for purposes of figuring and describing, and as we figure the world out we become confused if we do not remember this all the time.

The power of memories and expectations is such that for most human beings, the past and the future are not as real, but rather more real than the present.

Black implies white self implies other

The Art of Being: A state of wholeness in which the mind functions freely and easily, without the sensation of a second mind or ego standing over it with a club.