#consciousness

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell. ↗

— Josiah Royce

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A work of art is one through which the consciousness of the artist is able to give its emotions to anyone who is prepared to receive them. There is no such thing as bad art. ↗

— Muriel Rukeyser

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We should be exploring consciousness at the neural level and higher, where the arrow of causal analysis points up toward such principles as emergence and self-organization. ↗

— Michael Shermer

#arrow #causal #consciousness #emergence #exploring

If God and man are in themselves one, and if religion is the human side of this unity then must this unity be made evident to man in religion, and become in him consciousness and reality. ↗

— David Friedrich Strauss

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Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

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Don't talk of Life as if its one big package of miseries - it is the very Essence within that passes through both you, and your enemies and every permissible illusion. Once you're opened to, and are awakened to your TRUE NATURE, fireworks light up your path, irrespective whether it is a "Tariqa", or a pathless one! ↗

— AainaA-Ridtz

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Life before consciousness was like blank paper, so be it. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#consciousness #life #life

There is only one perpetrator of evil on the planet: human unconsciousness. That realization is true forgiveness. With forgiveness, your victim identity dissolves, and your true power emerges--the power of Presence. Instead of blaming the darkness, you bring in the light. ↗

— Eckhart Tolle

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You come to this place, mid-life. You don’t know how you got here, but suddenly you’re staring fifty in the face. When you turn and look back down the years, you glimpse the ghosts of other lives you might have led; all houses are haunted. The wraiths and phantoms creep under your carpets and between the warp and weft of fabric, they lurk in wardrobes and lie flat under drawer-liners. You think of the children you might have had but didn’t. When the midwife says, ‘It’s a boy,’ where does the girl go? When you think you’re pregnant, and you’re not, what happens to the child that has already formed in your mind? You keep it filed in a drawer of your consciousness, like a short story that never worked after the opening lines. ↗

— Hilary Mantel

#life #life

When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. ↗

— Wayne W. Dyer

#new-thought #change