The truth is an arbitrary, shifting, culturally relative, and historically molded phenomenon.

And through the opening or clearing in your own awareness may come flashing higher truths, subtler revelations, profound connections. For a moment you might even touch eternity.

These two enormous forces - truth and meaning - are at war in today's world... And something sooner or later has to give.

Love is a time-honored way to transcend the separate-self sense and leap into the sublime; Treya and I held hands, closed our eyes, and jumped.

The only justifications for belief have the form "justified for me".

There is intersubjectivity woven into the very fabric of the Kosmos at all levels.

Was it someone else? Was it not you yourself?