Book: Straitjacket (Interstellar Vagabond). Page 2

Matter is the greatest illusion. In other words, matter manifests itself in one form or another, and the form is only the appearance.

The strength and depth of mind is incompatible with humility. Stupid people, cowardly people, people who are not endowed with the courage, undying sense of camaraderie and a passionate thirst for truth and justice - that those who create exemplary prisoners.

Perhaps it is easier to be hanged than to witness the execution...

Sometimes I think that the history of men is always the story of his love to the woman.

But in utter nakedness, but in oblivion full...
Yes, the darkness of the dungeon closes over us, we barely have time to be born, and too quickly we forget everything. However, being born, we still remember other places, other times. Helpless infants, resting in someone's arms, or crawling on all fours on the floor, we dreamed of flying high above the ground. Yes, Yes.
And in our nightmares we are going through suffering and agony, exhausted from the fear of something monstrous and unknown. Barely born, still not getting any experience, we however, since the advent of the light know fear, the fear lives on in our memories, and memories emerge from experience.

There is no death. Life is spirit and spirit cannot die.

Life -- that is the reality and mystery. Life is infinitely broader than just the different chemical compounds of matter taking some form. Life is something ongoing. Life is the undying fire the thread binding one form of matter to another.