It would take me years to realize that what, in the first half of life, comes across to us as the benign, observing Other, in the second half begins to forcefully impose its own agenda on a Western mind.

Indeed, in a Western society, one must first be oneself before being able to contribute to the collective; otherwise, what would one have to give?

There is no greater leap of faith than to surrender one’s judgment of the world, plus one’s personal ideals, for the spontaneous guidance of the impersonal. I had to learn to trust something I couldn’t even define.

we are nature, as expressed in a particular volume of spacetime. Given this, it is also naïve to expect there to be no impersonal force—no impersonal will—acting within us, and through us; of course there is. And I call it the Daimon.

Nature does not have patience to wait for us to catch up with it, to understand where we are supposed to go; life is too short for this kind of indulgence, so we must be pushed

“what now?” Once you have the career, the home, the savings, the status and respect, what do you do with all that? What’s next?

They are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something, they are always uneasy and restless.

And since there is nothing in nature but the field—i.e., there is nobody playing the guitar—it must be self-excitable; it must have an inherent, endogenous impetus towards changing its own states. What we loosely refer to as “free will” is this endogenous impetus, which we experience directly, since we are segments of the field ourselves.

Nature doesn’t deal in binaries.