You Are Like You Are,

Dwelling Upon The Self Too Much Produces Terrible Fatigue. A Man In That Position Is Deaf And Blind To Everything Else. The Fatigue Itself Makes Him Cease To See The Marvels All Around.

For A Sorcerer, Reality, Or The World As We All Know It, Is Only A Description.

The Path To Knowledge Is A Forced One. In Order To Learn, We Must Be Pushed. On The Path Of Knowledge We Are Always Fighting Something, Avoiding Something, Preparing For Something; And That Something Is Always Inexplicable, Greater And More Powerful Than Us.

For Me The World Is Weird Because It Is Stupendous, Awesome, Mysterious, Unfathomable; My Interest Has Been To Convince You That You Must Assume Responsibility For Being Here, In This Marvelous World, In This Marvelous Desert, In This Marvelous Time. I Want To Convince You That You Must Learn To Make Every Act Count, Since You Are Going To Be Here For Only A Short While, In Fact, Too Short For Witnessing All The Marvels Of It.

The Reason You Keep On Coming Back To See Me Is Very Simple; Every Time You Have Seen Me Your Body Has Learned Certain Things, Even Against Your Desire. And Finally Your Body Now Needs To Come Back To Me To Learn More. Let's Say That Your Body Knows That It Is Going To Die, Even Though You Never Think About It. So I've Been Telling Your Body That I Too Am Going To Die And Before I Do I Would Like To Show Our Body Certain Things, Things Which You Cannot Give To Your Body Yourself... So Let's Say Then That Your Body Returns To Me Because I Am Its Friend