The villagers seldom leave the village; many scientists have limited and poorly cultivated minds apart from their specialty ...
Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, 'What is it?' without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end.
The contradictions the mind comes up against, these are the only realities, the criterion of the real. There is no contradiction in what is imaginary. Contradiction is the test of necessity.
A mind enclosed in language is in prison.