Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

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

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

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

An object is not so attached to its name that we cannot find another one that would suit it better.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.