In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.

It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.

Without an observer at a twenty three degree angle to the light being reflected off a cloud of spherical droplets, there is no rainbow. The whole universe is like that. Our spirits stand at a twenty three degree angle to the universe. There is some new thing created at the contact of photon and retina, some space created between rock and mind.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power.

Reincarnation is a story we tell; then in the end it's the story itself that is the reincarnation.

Sad but true: individual intelligence probably peaked in the Upper Paleolithic, and we have been self-domesticated creatures ever since