But Questions That Don’t Answer

One Reads In Order To Ask Questions

This Tremendous World I Have Inside Of Me. How To Free Myself, And This World, Without Tearing Myself To Pieces. And Rather Tear Myself To A Thousand Pieces Than Be Buried With This World Within Me.

The State We Find Ourselves In Is Sinful Quite Independent Of Guilt.

How Pathetically Scanty My Self-knowledge Is Compared With, Say, My Knowledge Of My Room. There Is No Such Thing As Observation Of The Inner World, As There Is Of The Outer World.

You Need Not Even Listen, Just Wait...the World Will Offer Itself Freely To You, Unmasking Itself.