I Know Not Whence I Came, Nor

The Unphilosophical And Philosophical Attitudes Can Be Very Sharply Distinguished (with Scarcely Any Intermediate Forms) By The Fact That The First Accepts Everything That Happens As Regards Its General Form, And Finds Occasion For Surprise Only In That Special Content By Which Something That Happens Here Today Differs From What Happened There Yesterday; Whereas For The Second, It Is Precisely The Common Features Of All Experience, Such As Characterise Everything We Encounter, Which Are The Primary And Most Profound Occasion For Astonishment.

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.

There Is No Kind Of Framework Within Which We Can Find Consciousness In The Plural; This Is Simply Something We Construct Because Of The Temporal Plurality Of Individuals, But It Is A False Construction... The Only Solution To This Conflict Insofar As Any Is Available To Us At All Lies In The Ancient Wisdom Of The Upanishad.

We Must Not Wait For Things To Come, Believing That They Are Decided By Irrescindable Destiny. If We Want It, We Must Do Something About It.

The World Is A Construct Of Our Sensations, Perceptions, Memories. It Is Convenient To Regard It As Existing Objectively On Its Own. But It Certainly Does Not Become Manifest By Its Mere Existence.