Lipton’s Journal/February 14, 1955/605

I don’t know if I agree with the above. It is also possible that to go to the heart of oneself, to penetrate the infinite levels of the unconscious, would open one “telepathically” to the All in every man, every insect, every machine, so that we would even know that the car we neither see nor hear around the corner is driven by a potential murderer whose seconds are running out, and that he or she will strike us as we step off the pavement and into the street. This, really, is where I see the mystery now. Which or what do I believe?