In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.
It is a special kind of enlightenment to have this feeling that the usual, the way things normally are, is odd—uncanny and highly improbable.
Like words, memories never really succeed in catching reality.
But we try to pretend, you see, that the external world exists altogether independently of us.
To have running water you must let go of it and let it run. The same is true of life and of God.
Being high on LSD and drunk on bourbon. True, no one in either state should drive a car, but neither should one drive while reading a book, playing a violin, or making love.