People embrace false magical theories in the hope something good will come out of them. In the most extreme of these, good comes out of them only at the end of this life, in paradise.
When the mind grasps the universe, the senses retreat.
History is scraps of evidence joined by the glue of imagination.
Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.
If the heart sorrows over physical loss, the spirit rejoices over hope of understanding.
Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.