There Is No Doubt: The Study Of

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

The First Effect Of Adjusting To Other People Is That One Becomes Boring.

I Cannot Become Modest; Too Many Things Burn In Me; The Old Solutions Are Falling Apart; Nothing Has Been Done Yet With The New Ones. So I Begin, Everywhere At Once, As If I Had A Century Ahead Of Me.

The Planet's Survival Has Become So Uncertain That Any Effort, Any Thought That Presupposes An Assured Future Amounts To A Mad Gamble.

The Self- Explorer, Whether He Wants To Or Not, Becomes The Explorer Of Everything Else. He Learns To See Himself, But Suddenly, Provided He Was Honest, All The Rest Appears, And It Is As Rich As He Was, And, As A Final Crowning, Richer.