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

My investigations resembled the pursuit of the solution to a problem for which I had three data: the object, the thing connected with it in the shadow of my consciousness, and the light wherein that thing would become apparent.

We are surrounded by curtains. We only perceive the world behind a curtain of semblance. At the same time, an object needs to be covered in order to be recognized at all.

I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

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.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.