see me swervin through, they want me locked up,

been locked up in my own mind

my thoughts will never be shallow

how many times have I learned this before?

how many times have I made up this song before?

how many times have I died up here before?

[...] "Universe, I know you"

every time you find yourself here, it's because you chose to come back

no, this is somewhere to be. this is all you have, but it's still something. streets and sodium lights. the sky, the world. you're still alive

i can’t be an atheist towards myself. i am the God that governs my fate and so i must believe in myself. i cannot afford to borrow faith from others

i am a forest fire and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am a witness watching it

for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world

i'm not afraid of death, i'm an old physicist - i'm afraid of time

the heavenly motions are nothing but a continuous song for several voices, perceived not by the ear but by the intellect, a figured music which sets landmarks in the immeasurable flow of time

no matter what they say, we are the protagonists of the world

before my eyes, it blocks my path. a high, high wall. what sort of scene is on the other side? what will I be able to see there? “the view from the top”. a scenery i will never be able to see on my own. but if i’m not alone, then, i might be able to see it

and i waited on forever, but forever never came

just a latent sense of loyalty to the things i love in vain

you must have your wits about you. no wandering minds allowed

have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgement, to violate that which is law, merely because we understand it to be such?

people took comfort, unknowingly, in the anger that filled them, the anger that took them out of themselves and into another dimension—a hallucination of the perfect future. no one thought about the scope of history that would evade them, the sea of identical people who would replace them as time made its waves back and forth, back and forth, seemingly linear, deceptive, stationary and changing all at once

and oh, poor Atlas

the world's a beast of a burden

you’ve been holding on a long time

you must create for yourself a God that contains the devil too and in front of which you needn’t close your eyes when the most natural things in the world take place

for it is the same indivisible divinity that is active through us and in nature, and if the outside world were to be destroyed, a single one of us would be capable of rebuilding it: mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and flower, yes, every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity […] we consist of everything the world consists of, each of us, and just as our body contains the genealogical table of evolution as far back as the fish and even much further, so we bear everything in our soul that once was alive in the soul of men