Your perceptions of the sun, rainbows, thunderstorms, etc., are as inaccessible to God as the patterns of firing neurons in your brain - with all their beauty and complexity - are inaccessible to you in any direct way.

The planets, moons, thunderstorms, volcanoes, rocks, even specs of dust. They are all symbols of transcendence… The world around you is a book waiting to be deciphered.

Love nurtures but also smothers, depending on the dose and perspective.

Truth-seeking is the path to self-annihilation and thus to liberation.

Partake in reality as an actor in a theatrical play: with attention, dedication and an open heart. But never believe yourself to be your character, for characters spend their lives chasing their own shadows, whereas actors embody the meaning of existence.

The prize at the end of the path is handsome: the freedom to make the deliberate, guiltless choice of which untruth to live. Exercising this choice wisely is the art of life.

All explanations are myths whose truth-value we assign subjectively. They are true only insofar as we say that they are true. They are stories we conjure up and tell ourselves in order to make sense of the disconnected, context-free phantasmagoria of present perception.

Past and future are myths: stories in the mind.

The present is an intangible moment squeezed in between a growing past and an approaching future. Therefore, perceptual truths are, at best, an inconceivably fleeting part of the experience of life. The bulk of life consists of internal myths.