Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.
Translations are a partial and precious documentation of the changes the text suffers.
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.
Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms
I have known uncertainty: a state unknown to the Greeks.