If you want to find out what it means to have a society without any rituals, read the New York Times.

The mighty hero of extraordinary powers, able to lift Mount Govardhan on a finger, and to fill himself with the terrible glory of the universe, is each of us: not the physical self visible in the mirror, but the King within.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

What I think is that a good life is one hero journey after another. Over and over again, you are called to the realm of adventure, you are called to new horizons. Each time, there is the same problem: do I dare? And then if you do dare, the dangers are there, and the help also, and the fulfillment or the fiasco. There's always the possibility of fiasco. But there's also the possibility of bliss.

The best things cannot be told, the second best are misunderstood. After that comes civilized conversation; after that, mass indoctrination; after that, intercultural exchange.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.

There is a God inside my PC. An Old-Testament God with lots of arbitrary rules and utterly no mercy.