The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.
The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.
Consciousness is an end in itself. We torture ourselves getting somewhere, and when we get there it is nowhere, for there is nowhere to get to.
The goal is to know how not-to-know.
There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us.