Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.

For it is only in accepting death that one can truly live, and for the human animal, death has always been the great black beast from the abyss to be dreaded or defeated or avoided or hated - but never looked upon clearly face to face.

Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.

Self-creation is the highest art.