I can assure you that next to my bed, there is always a copy of the Dharmapada which I read from every night.

At extremely high processing speeds we are able to find patterns of order in what other people would perceive as chaos.

As I'm sure you know by now, most people aren't really very happy. Beyond their surface appearances, the smiles they wear for the rest of the world, most people are soul-sick.

Anything that ends with death isn't really mind, just the things that pass through a mind.

A person is made up of awarenesses. All the awarenesses that have ever been our will ever be exist like barges floating in the ocean.

You don't know why, but you know you have to go home. It's an eternal longing. It's Marvell's drop of dew wanting to go back to the sky. We're drawn by a force we don't understand, through worlds, through experience.

Once in a while, you will see someone really drippy. The person has to stare at the teacher all the time with that devoted and disgusting and sick look. It's boring, misplaced devotionalism.