I have no way and therefore want no eyes;
I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen,
Our means secure us, and our mere defects
Prove our commodities.
[Gloucseter to Old Man in King Lear IV:1] Shakespeare, William
The Ultimate Journey: Consciousness and the Mystery of Death
Published: 01 September, 2006
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As of: January 09th, 2009 03:00:42 PM
Author: Stanislav Grof
When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls:
Thy marble bright in dark appears,
As slowly steals a silver Tennyson, Alfred Lord