... nets, grids, and other types of calculus.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

We have somehow conned ourselves into the notion that this moment is ordinary. This now moment, in which I'm talking and you're listening, is eternity.

So we down-to-earth, gutsy, tough, realistic, and practical types have just been squandering billions of dollars and unimaginable amounts of energy, nerve-work, and materials in whizzing off to the moon to discover, as astronomers knew before, that it was just a dreary slag heap. This is the true, original and scientifically etymological meaning of being lunatics. Crying for the moon.

Duality is always secretly unity.

People become concerned with being more humble than other people.

The source of all light is in the eye.