"What is the meaning of life?" This question has no answer except in the history of how it came to be asked. There is no answer because words have meaning, not life or persons or the universe itself. 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.

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

The king dead is a living god.

Include the knower in the known.

Abstract words are ancient coins whose concrete images in the give and take of talk have worn away with use.

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

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