The point is... to live one's life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world.

I'm not sure I understand how responsibility for our choices makes sense if they are not determined.

What is it like to be a bat? What is it like for a bat to be a bat?

There is a tendency to seek an objective account of everything before admitting its reality.

Each of our lives is a part of the lengthy process of the universe gradually waking up and becoming aware of itself.

Once we see an aspect of what we or someone else does as something that happens, we lose our grip on the idea that it has been done and that we can judge the doer and not just the happening.

Perhaps the belief in God is the belief that the universe is intelligible, but not to us.