My idea of enlightenment is when ego and Tao are fused, and Tao is perceived as ego. Then everything happens with complete appropriateness.

What I think is going on is that probably language was entertainment long before it was meaning. It's a kind of tuneless singing.

Ultimately what we're touching is the invisible, all-pervasive intelligence that surrounds us and penetrates us. It is grooming us to be able to tolerate its splendor. It can't just reveal itself openly because we would be forfeited; we'd never know what hit us.

The culture cannot evolve faster than the language. The language is the flashlight that shows the path.

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.

The Logos is a voice heard, in the head. And the Logos was the hand on the rudder of human civilization for centuries, up until, in fact, the collapse of the ancient mystery religions and the ascendancy of Christianity to the status of a world religion.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.