When we are blind to our primary fault, we do the right thing for the wrong reason. This corrupts everything. A root sin is tricky; it’s dressed up to look like a virtue.
All of our problems are mind-made. They are mental creations. Nothing in the natural world has a problem. No mind, no problem.
Sane is the man who does not think when there is no necessity for thought. Sanity has never been found at the top of the news order. Some say it’s rare as rubies.
The human personality is memory enfleshed, our past briefly materialized as a protection from the vagaries of the present. Personality is derived from the Latin persona for mask. It’s an accretion, not us.
Our mistrust of institutions is innate and well founded. The more organized a thing is, the deader it is, and the more perverse. Ecclesiasts do their best but the soul cannot be organized.