Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.
But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
The Godhead is never an object of its own knowledge. Just as a knife doesn't cut itself, fire doesn't burn itself, light doesn't illuminate itself. It's always an endless mystery to itself.
A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
It seems to be the special peculiarity of human beings that they reflect: they think about thinking and know that they know. This, like other feedback systems, may lead to vicious circles and confusions if improperly managed, but self-awareness makes human experience resonant. It imparts that simultaneous "echo" to all that we think and feel as the box of a violin reverberates with the sound of the strings. It gives depth and volume to what would otherwise be shallow and flat.
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
Anxiety is the fear that one of a pair of opposites might cancel the other. Forever.
Lack of awareness of the basic unity of organism and environment is a serious and dangerous hallucination.
One is a great deal less anxious if one feels perfectly free to be anxious, and the same may be said of guilt.
Faith is a state of openness or trust.
As the fish doesn't know water, people are ignorant of space. Consciousness is concerned only with changing and varying details; it ignores constants-especially constant backgrounds. Thus only very exceptional people are aware of what is basic to everything.
When one speaks of awakening, it means de-hypnotizatio n; coming to your senses. But of course to do that, you have to go out of your mind.
But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.
The moralist is the person who tells people that they ought to be unselfish, when they still feel like egos, and his efforts are always and invariably futile.
Billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you're a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off, and don't feel that we're still the big bang. But you are.
All I'm saying is that minerals are just a rudimentary form of consciousness whereas the other people are saying that consciousness is a complicated form of minerals.
The psychotherapist ... tries to help the individual to be himself and to go it alone without giving unnecessary offense to his community, to be in the world (of social convention) but not of the world.
Sexual love is a troubled and problematic relationship in cultures where there is a strong sense of man's separation from nature, especially when the realm of nature is felt to be inferior or contaminated with evil.
Thought is a means of concealing Truth.
I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.
No one's mouth is big enough to utter the whole thing.
But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.
People become concerned with being more humble than other people.
The difficulty for most of us in the modern world is that the old-fashioned idea of God has become incredible or implausible.
When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.
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