The Total Number Of Minds In The

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.

Thus You Can Throw Yourself Flat On The Ground, Stretched Out Upon Mother Earth, With Certain Conviction That You Are One With Her And She With You...

Our Mind, By Virtue Of A Certain Finite, Limited Capability, Is By No Means Capable Of Putting A Question To Nature That Permits A Continuous Series Of Answers. The Observations, The Individual Results Of Measurements, Are The Answers Of Nature To Our Discontinuous Questioning.

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.

Matter And Energy Seem Granular In Structure, And So Does “life”, But Not So Mind.