We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we have never seen the World.

I'm trying to see, when everything in this world conspires to prevent us from seeing.

We are so close to the world of work that we can't see what it does to us. We have to rely on outside observers from other times or other cultures to appreciate the extremity and the pathology of our present position.

But, ah, the energy we spend hiding from one another, afraid as we are of being identified.

“We do not see the world. We watch internal movies about the world."

My overflowing leisure handed me the world and at the same time prevented me from seeing it. Just as the sun, filtering through the closed venetian blinds on a hot afternoon, makes the whole magnificence of summer blaze in my mind; whereas if I face its direct harsh glare it blinds me.

We writers are shy, nocturnal creatures. Push us into the light and the light blinds us.

There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone’s face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When you pay bills, or car fares or talk to people, they see the job they’re doing, but never you.

We don’t see the truth because we are blind. What blinds us are all those false beliefs we have in our mind. We have the need to be right and to make others wrong. We trust what we believe, and our beliefs set us up for suffering.

As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.

You have to be a light to yourself in a world that is utterly becoming dark.

We are living in a world which seems to be founded on the refusal to reflect.

The moment you are wrapped up in the world, you become blind to the things wrapped in the mysteries.

Unless we close our eyes we are always deceived.