Mind is everything; mind is nothing. Mind creates time and space, mind contains a billion galaxies, mind lifts a spoon of oatmeal to its mouth at breakfast. Mind is life and death, God and devil, you and I; mind stands the tops of the mountain; mind cries for its mother’s breast. Mind pulls the universe out of a top hat, bows to its own applause, and walks off the stage, grinning.
– Huang -Po (?-849)
