Modern Man Is Battered By The Fundamental

In The End, The Only Events Of My Life Worth Telling Are Those When The Imperishable World Erupted Into This Transitory One All Other Memories Of Travels, People And My Surroundings Have Paled Beside These Interior Happenings But My Encounters With The 'other' Reality, My Bouts With The Unconscious, Are Indelibly Engraved On My Memory. In That Realm There Has Always Been Wealth In Abundance, And Everything Else Has Lost Importance By Comparison.

As Far As We Can Discern, The Sole Purpose Of Human Existence Is To Kindle A Light Of Meaning In The Darkness Of Mere Being. Your Vision Will Become Clear Only When You Look Into Your Heart ... Who Looks Outside, Dreams. Who Looks Inside, Awakens. The Dream Is The Small Hidden Door In The Deepest And Most Intimate Sanctum Of The Soul, Which Opens To That Primeval Cosmic Night That Was Soul Long Before There Was Conscious Ego And Will Be Soul Far Beyond What A Conscious Ego Could Ever Reach.

Warmth Is The Vital Element For The Growing Plant And For The Soul Of The Child.

A Man's Hatred Is Always Concentrated Upon That Which Makes Him Conscious Of His Bad Qualities.

The World Hangs On A Thin Thread, And That Is The Psyche Of Man.