Our science is a series of observations; a bundle of sticks tied together with a string. Our art is a collection of thoughts and feelings, tied together in the same way. It is all expressed in symbols like mathematics and pictures and words.

The mind, the heart – this is where our dreams come from. Sometimes they are good dreams.

Yet behind it all is the unfathomable substance, purer than any formula, clearer than any word, more poignant than any image. We live here. We die here.

Live here, and live and share the good dream with at least one other person.

This is the secret of a good and happy life.

This is the secret of a contented death.