I began to realize that thinking itself is nothing but the process of asking and answering questions.
MIND, n. A mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavour to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with.
A dream is the mind's way of answering a question it hasn't yet figured out how to ask.
I think anybody who's curious about anything, including their own mind, is inherently a skeptic.
Be a student, not a follower. Take interest in what someone says, then debate it, ponder it, and consider it from all angles.
The mere attempt to examine my own confusion would consume volumes.
As the work progresses the careful reader will insert mental interrogation points here and there. He will find that his interest increases as the interrogation points become more frequent, and that it culminates where they are changed to marks of positive dissent. I venture to record the opinion that the value of the work reaches a maximum in a passage that is demonstrably incorrect.
We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone.
I think we're all very curious about our own minds, but we just may not have the tools to channel that.
