Consciousness is always altering, and that is its very nature — to expand, contract, exalt, depress, go inward, go outward, and even ride a flat line into nothingness. The task, it would seem, is to learn how to self-orchestrate along the continuum of consciousness . . . in order to visit the many worlds that each of us harbors. Within the realms of our minds, we contain different personas, skills that we never thought to have, audacious inventions, and even the beloved of the soul. We are such stuff as consciousness is made of, and our little world is larger than we think.
— Jean Houston, A Mythic Life