Good that you ask. You should always ask, always have doubts.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.

The world, as it is now, wants to die, wants to perish — and it will.

...Every ego so far from being a unity is in the highest degree a manifold world, a constellated heaven, a chaos of forms, of states and stages, of inheritances and potentialities. It appears to be a necessity as imperative as eating and breathing for everyone to be forced to regard this chaos as a unity and to speak of his ego as though is was a one-fold and clearly detached and fixed phenomenon. Even the best of us shares this delusion.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.