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Our Mind, By Virtue Of A Certain Finite, Limited Capability, Is By No Means Capable Of Putting A Question To Nature That Permits A Continuous Series Of Answers. The Observations, The Individual Results Of Measurements, Are The Answers Of Nature To Our Discontinuous Questioning.

Thus You Can Throw Yourself Flat On The Ground, Stretched Out Upon Mother Earth, With The Certain Conviction That You Are One With Her And She With You. You Are As Firmly Established, As Invulnerable As She, Indeed A Thousand Times Firmer And More Invulnerable. As Surely As She Will Engulf You Tomorrow, So Surely Will She Bring You Forth Anew To The New Striving And Suffering. And Not Merely "some Day." Now, Today, Every Day She Is Bringing You Forth, Not Once But Thousands Upon Thousands Of Times, Just As Every Day She Engulfs You A Thousand Times Over.

Science Cannot Tell Us A Word About Why Music Delights Us, Of Why And How An Old Song Can Move Us To Tears.

Consciousness Is A Singular Of Which The Plural Is Unknown. There Is Only One Thing And That Which Seems To Be A Plurality Is Merely A Series Of Different Aspects Of This One Thing, Produced By A Deception, The Indian Maya, As In A Gallery Of Mirrors.

This Life Of Yours Which You Are Living Is Not Merely A Piece Of This Entire Existence, But In A Certain Sense The Whole; Only This Whole Is Not So Constituted That It Can Be Surveyed In One Single Glance. This, As We Know, Is What The Brahmins Express In That Sacred, Mystic Formula Which Is Yet Really So Simple And So Clear; Tat Tvam Asi, This Is You. Or, Again, In Such Words As "i Am In The East And The West, I Am Above And Below, I Am This Entire World."