Mystical experiences nearly always lead one to a belief that some aspect of consciousness is imperishable. In a Buddhist metaphor the consciousness of the individual is like a flame that burns through the night. It is not the same flame over time, yet neither is it another flame.

Our biggest failure is our failure to see patterns.

Although most of us are complacent in our assumption that science is gaining on the unknown, scientists are acknowledging that man's own brain is complex beyond any hope of complete understanding.

Our past is not our potential.

Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.

Many artists have said that when life itself becomes fully conscious, art as we know it will vanish.

We live what we know. If we believe the universe and ourselves to be mechanical, we will live mechanically.