One Can Always Reason With Reason.

Wherever Anything Lives, There Is, Open Somewhere, A Register In Which Time Is Being Inscribed.

Only Those Ideas That Are Least Truly Ours Can Be Adequately Expressed In Words.

We Are Free When Our Actions Emanate From Our Total Personality, When They Express It, When They Resemble It In The Indefinable Way A Work Of Art Sometimes Does The Artist.

Some Other Faculty Than The Intellect Is Necessary For The Apprehension Of Reality.

Fortunately, Some Are Born With Spiritual Immune Systems That Sooner Or Later Give Rejection To The Illusory Worldview Grafted Upon Then From Birth Through Social Conditioning. They Begin Sensing That Something Is Amiss, And Start Looking For Answers. Inner Knowledge And Anomalous Outer Experiences Show Them A Side Of Reality Others Are Oblivious To, And So Begins The Journey Of Awakening. Each Step Of The Journey Is Made By Following The Heart Instead Of The Crowd, And By Choosing Knowledge Over Veils Of Ignorance.