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.

The vestiges of the bicameral mind do not exist in any empty psychological space.

Include the knower in the known.

It is by metaphor that language grows.

Consciousness is always open to many possibilities because it involves play. It is always an adventure.

Poetry begins as the divine speech of the bicameral mind. Then, as the bicameral mind breaks down, there remain prophets.

History does not move by leaps into unrelated novelty, but rather by the selective emphasis of aspects of its own immediate past.