Whence came I, whither go I? Science cannot tell us a word about why music delights us, of why and how an old song can move us to tears. Science is reticent too when it is a question of the great Unity ā the One of Parmenides ā of which we all somehow form part, to which we belong. The most popular name for it in our time is God ā with a capital āGā. Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question, the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.
Erwin SchrodingerConsciousness is a singular of which the plural is unknown. There is only one thing and that which seems to be a plurality is merely a series of different aspects of this one thing, produced by a deception, the Indian maya, as in a gallery of mirrors.
Erwin SchrodingerWhence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question. Science has no answer to it.
Erwin Schrodinger