It was that hour of dusk when the streetlights and headlights come on but make little difference.

The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day, when the sun goes down and the supper is to be cooked.

Once man understands that he is caught up in a blind energy, he transcends it. There is light in the darkness.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

The world grows bigger as the light leaves it. There are no boundaries and no landmarks. The trees and the rocks and the anthills begin to disappear, one by one, whisked away under the magical cloak of evening.

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.