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.

We know to much to command ourselves very far.

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

Every god is a jealous god after the breakdown of the bicameral mind.

Include the knower in the known.

It is by metaphor that language grows.