I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.