Johannes Scotus Eriugena: “We do not know what God is. God Himself does not know what He is because He is not anything. Literally God is not, because He transcends being.”
Meister Eckhart: “NO ONE CAN STRIKE HIS ROOTS INTO ETERNITY WITHOUT BEING RID OF NUMBER.”
“The soul does not grow by addition but by subtraction.”
Jung: “Projections change the world into a replica of one’s unknown face.”
Ludwig Feurbach: “Man projects his nature into the world outside of himself before he finds it in himself.”
David Foster Wallace, novelist: “Everybody worships . . . [Christ, Allah, money, possessions, body, youth, beauty, prestige, power, intellect. ] The insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of the self . . .”
Northrop Frye, literary critic/theorist: “Man remains a Narcissus staring at his own reflection.”
Norman O Brown: “Satori, when the ego is broken, is not final victory but final defeat, the becoming like nothing.”
Ontology collapses into epistemology, but not ordinary epistemology – TANTRIC epistemology.
Chris Hatchell: “which tries to establish the plausibility of perceptual models that do not adhere to the dualistic subject/object format. . . a kind of epistemology in which . . . the objects perceived by a mind are nothing other than the mind’s exteriorization of itself. . . . In the Great Perfection, the apparently solid external objects that surround us are in fact a kind of solidified knowing.”
Krishnamurti: ON THAT FIRST DAY, WHILE I WAS IN THAT STATE [OF INTENSE PAIN] AND MORE CONSCIOUS OF THE THINGS AROUND ME, I HAD THE . . . MOST EXTRAORDINARY EXPERIENCE. THERE WAS A MAN MENDING THE ROAD; THAT MAN WAS MYSELF; THE PICKAXE HE HELD WAS MYSELF; THE VERY STONE WHICH HE WAS BREAKING UP WAS A PART OF ME; THE TENDER BLADE OF GRASS WAS MY VERY BEING, AND THE TREE BESIDE THE MAN WAS MYSELF. I ALMOST COULD FEEL AND THINK LIKE THE ROADMENDER, AND I COULD FEEL THE WIND PASSING THROUGH THE TREE, AND THE LITTLE ANT ON THE BLADE OF GRASS I COULD FEEL. THE BIRDS, THE DUST, AND THE VERY NOISE WERE A PART OF ME. JUST THEN THERE WAS A CAR PASSING BY AT SOME DISTANCE; I WAS THE DRIVER, THE ENGINE, AND THE TIRES; AS THE CAR WENT FURTHER AWAY FROM ME, I WAS GOING AWAY FROM MYSELF. I WAS IN EVERYTHING, OR RATHER EVERYTHING WAS IN ME. INANIMATE AND ANIMATE, THE MOUNTAIN, THE WORM, AND ALL BREATHING THINGS.