For an instant I think I saw. I saw the loneliness of man as a gigantic wave which had been frozen in front of me, held back by the invisible wall of a metaphor.

Heightened awareness is a mystery only for a reason.

It takes all the time and all the energy we have to conquer the idiocy in us

Power rests on the kind of knowledge one holds. What is the sense of knowing things that are useless?

The world doesn't yield to us directly, the description of the world stands in between. So, properly speaking, we are always one step removed and our experiences of the world is always a recollection of the experience. We are perennially recollecting the instant that has just happened, just passed. Re recollect, recollect, recollect.

Human beings are on a journey of awareness, which has momentarily been interrupted by extraneous forces.

A warrior chooses a path with heart, any path with heart, and follows it; and then he rejoices and laughs. He knows because he sees that his life will be over altogether too soon. He sees that nothing is more important than anything else.