Consciousness, then, does not appear to itself chopped up in bits...A 'river' or a 'stream' are the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let us call it the stream of thought, of consciousness, or of subjective life.

The total possible consciousness may be split into parts which co-exist but mutually ignore each other.

As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful stream of our consciousness, what strikes us first is this different pace of its parts. Like a bird's life…

We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, and never to be undone. Every smallest stroke of virtue or of vice leaves its never so little scar. ...Nothing we …

We probed into the nature of space and time, and of the universal, both with regard to external nature and with regard to mind. But then, we went on to conside…

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe,…

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there.