All birth means separation from the All, the confinement within limitation, the separation from God, the pangs of being born ever anew. The return into the All, the dissolution of painful individuation, the reunion with God means the expansion of the soul until it is able once more to embrace the All.
There is no limit to the increase of experience, but theories cannot become clearer and more complete in just the same sense. The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of the human faculties. Hence there is no way of looking at the world, but it recurs, and the curious thing happens, that with increased experience a limited theory may again come into favour.
The very fact that something is determined as a limitation implies that the limitation is already transcended.
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.[Die Grenzen meiner Sprache bedeuten die Grenzen meiner Welt.]
Nothing is beautiful, except man: all aesthetics rest on this naivete, it is their first truth. Let us straightway add the second: nothing is ugly, except degenerating man; — the domain of aesthetic judgment is thereby limited.
Man, a mere inhabitant of the earth, cannot overstep its boundaries! But though he is confined to its crust, he may penetrate into all its secrets.
In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limit it discovers in itself – a limit where minds meet and, in meeting, begin to exist.