#tap

I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean? ↗

— John Green

#imagination

I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy. ↗

— Mitch Hedberg

#could #crazy #dancer #drive #i

One can ask why the I has to appear in the cogito {Descartes’ argument “I think therefore I am.}, since the cogito, if used rightly, is the awareness of pure consciousness, not directed at any fact or action. In fact the I is not necessary here, since it is never united directly to consciousness. One can even imagine a pure and self-aware consciousness which thinks of itself as impersonal spontaneity. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#logic #metaphysics #ontology #philosophy #psychology

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...) ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#metaphor #pride #purr #smile #art

TV happens. And once it's happened, it's gone. When it's gone, you move on, no tears, no tantrums, no videotape. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#happened #happens #move #move on #once

With domineering hand she moves the turning wheel, Like currents in a treacherous bay swept to and fro: Her ruthless will has just deposed once fearful kings While trustless still, from low she lifts a conquered head; No cries of misery she hears, no tears she heeds, But steely hearted laughs at groans her deeds have wrung. Such is a game she plays, and so she tests her strength; Of mighty power she makes parade when one short hour Sees happiness from utter desolation grow. (A Consolation of Philosophy, Book II, translated by V.E. Watts) ↗

— Boethius - Queen Elizabeth I translation

#metaphorical #philosophical #inspirational

Coincidences link us to the unknown and weave us into it. ↗

— Doug Dillon

#inspiration #metaphysical #paranormal #supernatural #synchronicity

فالذكاء والغباء واحد لا يفرقهما إلا الواقع اما في الخيال الغبي ذكي ملعون والذكي أغبى من أن يعيش الواقع ↗

— Sandra Chami Kassis

#life #metaphore #wisdom #inspirational

the road is life ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#motto #life

Illness is the night side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we all prefer to use the good passport, sooner or later each of use is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#metaphor #life