Entanglement Is Not One But

We Do Not Belong To This Material World That Science Constructs For Us. We Are Not In It; We Are Outside. We Are Only Spectators. The Reason Why We Believe That We Are In It, That We Belong To The Picture, Is That Our Bodies Are In The Picture. Our Bodies Belong To It. Not Only My Own Body, But Those Of My Friends, Also Of My Dog And Cat And Horse, And Of All The Other People And Animals. And This Is My Only Means Of Communicating With Them.

The Self Is Not So Much Linked To Its Ancestors, It Is Not So Much The Product, And Merely The Product, Of All That, But Rather, In The Strictest Sense Of The Word, The Same Thing As All That: The Strict, Direct Continuation Of It, Just As The Self Aged Fifty Is The Continuation Of The Self Aged Forty.

Science Cannot Tell Us A Word About Why Music Delights Us, Of Why And How An Old Song Can Move Us To Tears.

For Eternally And Always There Is Only Now, One And The Same Now; The Present Is The Only Thing That Has No End.

The Unphilosophical And Philosophical Attitudes Can Be Very Sharply Distinguished (with Scarcely Any Intermediate Forms) By The Fact That The First Accepts Everything That Happens As Regards Its General Form, And Finds Occasion For Surprise Only In That Special Content By Which Something That Happens Here Today Differs From What Happened There Yesterday; Whereas For The Second, It Is Precisely The Common Features Of All Experience, Such As Characterise Everything We Encounter, Which Are The Primary And Most Profound Occasion For Astonishment.