I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope.

All I have is a voice.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

My voice speaking is a monkey's mouth making little mouth noises that are carrying agree-upon meaning, and it is meaning that matters. Without the meaning one has only little mouth noises

You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean

The only tyrant I accept is the still, small voice within me.

My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items which I notice shape my mind.

I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.

A single ego is an absurdly narrow vantage point from which to view the world.

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

The only tyrant I accept in this world is the 'still small voice' within me. And even though I have to face the prospect of being a minority of one, I humbly believe I have the courage to be in such a hopeless minority.

I only knew what was in my mind, and I wished to express it clearly

Los límites de mi lenguaje son los límites de mi mente. Sólo conozco aquello para lo que tengo palabras.

A person hears only what they understand.