The Man in the High Castle

by Philip K. Dick

‘What profit it a man if he gain the whole world but in this enterprise lose his soul?’”

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.

They want to be the agents, not the victims, of history. They identify with God’s power and believe they are godlike. That is their basic madness. They are overcome by some archetype; their egos have expanded psychotically so that they cannot tell where they begin and the godhead leaves off. It is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate—confusion between him who worships and that which is worshiped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life.