“We can no more test Freudian hypotheses ‘on the couch’ than we can adjudicate between rival hypotheses of Newton and Einstein by going to sleep under an apple tree,” said H.J. Eysenck.

Theories are attempts at making sense of things. The ordering tendency of the mind searches for remedies for the phenomena of discontinuity, infinity, randomness, nameless dread, chaos, and meaninglessness. But bearing it all is more a grounding than the hollowness of the search for a remedy in the mind.

As each true artist melts down and reforges all past aesthetic laws, so does each man. The required nascent energy originates from the soul’s moving toward the heat, and leaning toward it wholeheartedly.

The enlightened man is underdetermined. He maintains a certain free margin, and sense of curiosity and credulity. He doesn’t presume to have arrived, he has no claims, no piety; he is a puzzled perpetual learner―not a studied pose, but genuine reflector on his limitations.