“The self is fundamentally an illusion arising as a reflection of the soul in matter, much as a clear lake at midnight reflects the moon.”

Oh, scientific mind. You get all your data from us, the senses, but without us you would be nothing.

Dreams – Language in a dream is unspoken but understood. Words get in the way.

When you start to try to understand everything in terms of words, the understanding of the words becomes the experience, and the experience gets lost.

There is an ability to move and transform things. I think each human being has that power, and it’s often one that we are willing to relinquish to others.

When I speak or when I offer ideas and explain how the universe seems to work from the point of view that I’ve understood, it seems to give people a lift – an unshackling or freeing.

In very subtle ways, how we regard ourselves and others continually changes us into something new.

Asking yourself deeper questions opens up new ways of being in the world. It brings in a breath of fresh air. It makes life more joyful. The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery.

I’m not talking to you from the point of view of wishful thinking or imaginary craziness. i’m talking to you from a deeper, basic understanding.

You had to be able to lift yourself outside of the time stream – and that essentially became what is called the yoga of time travel.

What I thought was unreal now, for me, seems in some ways to be more real than what I think to be real, which seems now to be unreal

People who are creative often will spend hours doing something and come out of their period of creation and not even notice that hours have passed. In that sense, they’re able to time travel.

We need all three senses of time – a sense of the future, a sense of the present, and a sense of the past – at all times to understand or experience what’s happening right now. It’s constantly unfolding that way.

Reality gets created through acts of observation.

Consciousness is the creative element in the universe. Without it, nothing would appear.

The quantum is that embarrassing little piece of thread that always hangs from the sweater of space-time. Pull it and the whole thing unravels.

The place where knowledge occurs is the present. That which recognizes the present is mind.

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

Illusions can be changed.

If I live by illusions, you live by excuses.

I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.