Retribution Is Just Outstanding.

The Wise And Good Are Outnumbered A Thousand To One By The Brutal And Stupid.

Hubris And Science Are Incompatible.

You Think Of Yourself As An "individual Person", With A Unique And Separate Mind. You Think You Are Born And You Think You Die. All Your Life You Feel Separate And Alone. Sometimes Desperately So. You Fear Death Because You Fear The Loss Of Individuality. All This Is An Illusion. You, He, She, Those Things Around You Living Or Not, The Stars And Galaxies, The Empty Space In Between- These Are Not Distinct, Separate Objects. All Is Fundamentally Entangled.

The Mandalas Were Meant To Be Objects Of Contemplation, Aids To Meditation, Their Proportions Magically Balanced To Purify And Calm The Mind. To Stare At A Mandala Was To Experience, If Only Briefly, The Nothingness That Is At The Heart Of Enlightenment.

One Can Reach The Gates Of Hell Just As Easily By Short Steps As By Large.