The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

The purpose of art is mystery.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.

Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.

Do not accept any explanation of the world either through chance or determinism. You are not responsible for your belief. It is not even you who decides that you are not responsible - and so on to infinity. You are not obliged to believe. There is no point of departure.

Those who become entangled in these false ideas are prevented from perceiving the Integral Oneness.

If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.