No wife, no horse, no mustache
…reality is always plural and mutable.
part of the humor of living on this backward planet is listening to the hominids rationalize their predations.
Only the madman is absolutely sure.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
There is no complete theory of anything.
The future is up for grabs. It belongs to any and all who will take the risk and accept the responsibility of consciously creating the future they want.
We look for the Secret – the Philosopher’s Stone, the Elixir of the Wise, Supreme Enlightenment, ‘God’ or whatever…and all the time it is carrying us about…It is the human nervous system itself.
he had an ego so large that only by contemplating the mathematical definition of infinity could anything so limitless be imagined.
An Enlightened Master is ideal only if your goal is to become a Benighted Slave.