When you no longer make the distinction between the universe and how you are acting upon it, you are really on your own and so acquire a sense of responsibility.

The centipede was happy, quite, Until a toad in fun Said, Pray, which leg goes after which? This worked his mind to such a pitch, He lay distracted in a ditch, Considering how to run.

Moreover, there is no unconscious mind distinct from the conscious, for the unconscious mind is conscious, though not of itself, just as the eyes see but do not see themselves.

A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.

Like love, the light or guidance of truth that influences us exists only in living form, not in principles or rules or expectations or advice, however widely circulated.

Irrevocable commitment to any religion is not only intellectual suicide; it is positive unfaith because it closes the mind to any new vision of the world. Faith is, above all, openness - an act of trust in the unknown.

Here is the vicious circle: if you feel separate from your organic life, you feel driven to survive; survival -going on living- thus becomes a duty and also a drag because you are not fully with it; because it does not quite come up to expectations, you continue to hope that it will, to crave for more time, to feel driven all the more to go on.