Ecstasy can be painful when it's intense enough, when the kundalini surges enough. The ecstasy is so complete, it's overwhelming sometimes.

Eventually you're supposed to get so confounded by this whole thing that you just give up completely, and that's when it starts to work. Not give up the practice, but give up trying to figure it out.

The void is ready to snatch you up like a Pac Man machine and Laskshmi is on vacation. You chant Sring - and you get her answering machine.

If you can die, you are confused because death is a perception of something ending and something else obviously beginning, which means we're still hung up on qualities.

Philosophers are all caught up in their philosophies. That's their house of cards. Religious leaders are caught up in their religious movements to the point where they forget about freedom. Everybody's got their drama going.

Time does not really exist as we know it; rather it's a transfiguration of a concept in which mortality, mutability, is conditioned.

You are an endless conglomeration of awareness. You're not one singular self. You're a corporation.