#philosophical

It only becomes art if it touches other people. ↗

— Andreas Eschbach

#communication #music #performing #philosophical #philosophy

What if he could see this, his own skull, yellow and eroded? Two centuries old. Would he still speak? Would he speak, if he could see it, the grinning, aged skull? What would there be for him to say, to tell the people? What message could he bring? What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull? ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#philosophical #age

It is common to represent a title, but inspiring to represent a purpose. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#philosophical #purpose #quotes #death

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#death

The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor. ↗

— Voltaire

#comfort

If, as some savants of consciousness suggest, we are actually agreeing to create, from moment to moment, everything we perceive as real, then it stands to reason that we're also responsible for keeping it going in some harmonious manner. ↗

— Phil Lesh

#experience #philosophical #experience

I think LOVE. Love is what brings families together, and love is often what drives them apart. Love can act as both a fuel and an exterminator for fire, a cause of war, but also of peace. Love brings new souls to the family and removes old ones. Love is a chain of memories, like an old photo album of life- you never really can throw it away. ↗

— Chloe Gadsby-Jones

#fredrick-andrews #love #philosophical-musings #family

... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines! ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#goethe #history #history-of-mankind #history-repeating-itself #human-nature

Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble--that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#meaning-of-life #philosophical-musings #searching #thinking #intelligence

But if I decide to decide there’s a different, less selfish, less lonely point to my life, won’t the reason for this decision be my desire to be less lonely, meaning to suffer less overall pain? Can the decision to be less selfish ever be anything other than a selfish decision? ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#life