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

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

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

And when it is suggested that the inward feelings of power or inward monitions or losses of judgement are the germs out of which the divine machinery developed, I return that truth is just the reverse, that the presence of voices which had to be obeyed were the absolute prerequisite to the conscious stage of mind in which it is the self that is responsible and can debate within itself, can order and direct, and that the creation of such a self is the product of culture. In a sense, we have become our own gods.

The very reason we need logic at all is because most reasoning is not conscious at all.

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

The king dead is a living god.