A myth is something that has never happened, but is happening all the time. - Joseph Campbell

To translate knowledge and information into experience: that seems to be the function of literature and art.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

There is a favorite story, frequently told by the Zen masters, of the Buddha, preaching: of how he held up a single lotus, that simple gesture being his whole sermon. Only one member of his audience, however, caught the message, a monk named Mahākāśyapa, who is regarded now as the founder of the Zen sect. And the Buddha, noticing, gave him a knowing nod, then preached a verbal sermon for the rest: a sermon for those who required meaning, still entrapped in the net of ideas; yet pointing beyond, to escape from the net and to the way that some of them, one day or another, might find.