When I have spoken thus, we are no longer the same, for there are no more lies.

Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

We no longer desire and fear; we are what was desired and feared.

We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding that who we are is who we were.

We’re not crazy. We’re just not in the dark anymore. And my goodness, we can see you so clearly now.

By surpassing writing, we have regained our wholeness, not on a national or cultural but cosmic plane.

We are no longer your monkeys.

Apartheid? We had defeated apartheid. We had finally perfected a method of making love even without making contact, utilizing empty space like two telepathic media exchanging telegraphic messages through sexual airways.

In a strange way we were free. We'd reached the end of the line. We had nothing more to lose. Our privacy, our liberty, our dignity: all of this was gone and we were stripped down to the bare bones of our selves.

When we really understand what pain has to teach us, we shall in large measure have abolished suffering.

.. at a certain age we learned to see right through it, and that age is now.

We are no longer afraid to voice our opinions, to use our power, to pool our resources, to allow our differences to unite us instead of keeping us apart.

We acquire the strength we have overcome.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.