Man is a little germ that lives on an unimportant rock ball that revolves about a small star at the outskirts of an ordinary galaxy. ... I am absolutely amazed to discover myself on this rock ball rotating around a spherical fire. It's a very odd situation. And the more I look at things I cannot get rid of the feeling that existence is quite weird.

There is no mission, nor interest to convert, and yet I believe that if this state of consciousness could become more universal, the pretentious nonsense which passes for the serious business of the world would dissolve in laughter. We should see at once that the high ideals for which we are killing and regimenting each other are empty and abstract substiutes for the unheeded miracles that surround us - not only in the obvious wonders of nature but also in the overwhelming uncanny fact of mere existence.

Basically, there is simply nothing to worry about, because you yourself are the eternal energy of the universe.

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

Do you see yourself as a victim of the world, or do you see yourself as the world?

Make a spurious division of one process into two, forget that you have done it, and then puzzle for centuries as to how the two get together.

Everyone is the fabric and structure of existence.