But the time has come; the revelation has already occurred, and the guardian seers have seen the lightning strike the darkness we call reality. And now we sleep in the brief interval between the lightning and the thunder.

That shoreline where the island of knowing meets the unfathomable sea of our own being is the landscape of myth.

The conscious purpose of science is control of Nature; its unconscious effect is disruption and chaos.

One way to find food for thought is to use the fork in the road, the bifurcation that marks the place of emergence in which a new line of development begins to branch off.

The conscious process is reflected in the imagination; the unconscious process is expressed as karma, the generation of actions divorced from thinking and alienated from feeling.

When we come to an edge we come to a frontier that tells us that we are now about to become more than we have been before.

In a world in which men write thousands of books and one million scientific papers a year, the mythic bricoleur is the man who plays with all that information and hears a music inside the noise.