I shall state my thesis plain. The first poets were gods. Poetry began with the bicameral mind.

The mind is still haunted with its old unconscious ways; it broods on lost authorities; and the yearning, the deep and hollowing yearning for divine volition and service is with us still.

Our search for certainty rests in our attempts at understanding the history of all individual selves and all civilizations. Beyond that, there is only awe.

We are greatly in need of specific research in this area of schizophrenic experience to help us understand Mesolithic man.

Our sense of justice depends on our sense of time. Justice is a phenomenon only of consciousness, because time spread out in a spatial succession is its very essence. And this is possible only in a spatial metaphor of time.

There is no such thing as a complete consciousness.

We can only know in the nervous system what we have known in behavior first.