"The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking."
Albert Einstein
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
"...one of the brain's functions could be to be sensitive to more and more subtle levels of being; the brain could then function more as an antenna to pick up such levels rather that as something that would be only the 'initiator' of action. As long as the brain is following only its own internal goals, then it will be occupied; and that's necessary in certain contexts. But if we consider that it's also necessary to reach or contact the unlimited, then there must be silence - a lack of occupation."
from On Dialogue by David Bohm
from On Dialogue by David Bohm
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"...I became aware of the world's tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wnid, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated."
Vladimir Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
"A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress."
Walter Benjamin
Walter Benjamin
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."
Arundhati Roy
Arundhati Roy
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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ELEMENTARY COSMOGONY
How to the invisible
I hired myself to learn
Whatever trade it might
Consent to teach me.
How the invisible
Came out for a walk
On a certain evening
Casting the shadow of a man
How I followed behind
Dragging my body
Which is my toolbox,
Which is my music box,
For a long apprenticeship
That has as its last
And seventh rule:
The submission to chance.
Charles Simic
How to the invisible
I hired myself to learn
Whatever trade it might
Consent to teach me.
How the invisible
Came out for a walk
On a certain evening
Casting the shadow of a man
How I followed behind
Dragging my body
Which is my toolbox,
Which is my music box,
For a long apprenticeship
That has as its last
And seventh rule:
The submission to chance.
Charles Simic
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