We Are All In A Post-hypnotic Trance

Society Highly Values Its Normal Man. It Educates Children To Lose Themselves And To Become Absurd, And Thus To Be Normal.

Whether Life Is Worth Living Depends On Whether There Is Love In Life.

Our Time Has Been Distinguished, More Than By Anything Else, By A Mastery, A Control, Of The External World, And By An Almost Total Forgetfulness Of The Internal World. If One Estimates Human Evolution From The Point Of View Of Knowledge Of The External World, Then We Are In Many Respects Progressing. If Our Estimate Is From The Point Of View Of The Internal World, And Of Oneness Of Internal And External, Then The Judgment Must Be Very Different.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.

The Fountain Has Not Played Itself Out, The Flame Still Shines, The River Still Flows, The Spring Still Bubbles Forth, The Light Has Not Faded. But Between Us And It, There Is A Veil Which Is More Like Fifty Feet Of Solid Concrete. Deus Absconditus. Or We Have Absconded.