We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

Being embodied as such is no insurance against feelings of hopelessness or meaningslessness. Beyond his body, he still has to know who he is.

Freud was a hero. He descended to the Underworld and met there stark terrors. He carried with him his theory as a Medusa's head which turned these terrors to stone.

If I don't know I don't know, I think I know. If I don't know I know I know, I think I don't know.

Our 'normal' 'adjusted' state is too often the abdication of ecstasy, the betrayal of our true potentialities.

No one acts or experiences in a vacuum.

Perhaps God is not dead; perhaps God himself is mad.