Victor Pelevin. The love for three zuckermann (№ 217914)

Our mind is a continuation of the mind of those who lived before, our bodies are made from the dust of ancient stars, and a magical language in which we think about it, the most Central and intimate part of our being - exposed in any primer... the Higher self of the world - in each of us, whispered the yellow pages, only manage to find it.
But I knew what to look for is the highest "I" will be different, the lower one which I will be. All the secret wisdom of mankind seemed to me a sort of green forest maze. It paths down close to hanging over him the Apple of truth - and again taken away. To become, to become, to be the one that was always and from the start, for mortal man cannot. One kazhim could somehow flow into the other, clouds can take very different forms - but they will never be able to become the sky.