No Self Is Of Itself Alone.

If A Man Never Contradicts Himself, The Reason Must Be That He Virtually Never Says Anything At All.

If You Cannot - In The Long Run - Tell Everyone What You Have Been Doing, Your Doing Has Been Worthless.

Our Mind, By Virtue Of A Certain Finite, Limited Capability, Is By No Means Capable Of Putting A Question To Nature That Permits A Continuous Series Of Answers. The Observations, The Individual Results Of Measurements, Are The Answers Of Nature To Our Discontinuous Questioning.

Thus You Can Throw Yourself Flat On The Ground, Stretched Out Upon Mother Earth, With The Certain Conviction That You Are One With Her And She With You. You Are As Firmly Established, As Invulnerable As She, Indeed A Thousand Times Firmer And More Invulnerable. As Surely As She Will Engulf You Tomorrow, So Surely Will She Bring You Forth Anew To The New Striving And Suffering. And Not Merely "some Day." Now, Today, Every Day She Is Bringing You Forth, Not Once But Thousands Upon Thousands Of Times, Just As Every Day She Engulfs You A Thousand Times Over.

Whence Come I And Whither Go I? That Is The Great Unfathomable Question. Science Has No Answer To It.