Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
I'vealways felt that a person's intelligence is directly reflected by the numberof conflicting points of view he can entertain simultaneously on the sametopic.
Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.
Muchtalking is the cause of danger. Silence is the means of avoiding misfortune.The talkative parrot is shut up in a cage. Other birds, without speech, flyfreely about.
Onemight as well try to ride two horses moving in different directions, as totry to maintain in equal force two opposing or contradictory sets of desires.