Quotes About Duality

My life was split by two worlds, but he kept me whole.

He was just one of those rare guys who could be both a gentleman and a badass.

There are good and bad sides to everything. We just have to balance them as best we can.

Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

Two contradictory activities. From a company point of view, it makes perfect sense.

We are both large and small, strong and weak, formidable and faint, reflecting the image of the divine, and formed from dust.

He was delighted to recognize his own human name on two of the papers; he always got an odd thrill out of reading it, as if he were two places at once.

Human bipolarity was both the binding force and the driving energy for all human behavior, from sonnets to nuclear equations. If any being thinks that human psychologists exaggerate on this point, let it search Terran patent offices, libraries, and art galleries for creations of eunuchs.

While contradiction is static and unproductive, paradox makes room for grace and mystery.

I must state again: Nothing exists in our human dimension without its opposite close by.

The ego and the shadow come from the same source and exactly balance each other. To make light is to make shadow; one cannot exist without the other.

Of course there are robots among us. There are also Magicians among us. I think we take turns playing each role, as a matter of fact. The Magician defines a reality-mesh and the robot lives in it. Grok?

You asked me what linguistics I find most pernicious. I started with is. The either/or habit is very pernicious. It seems very pernicious to me, I mean. Two-valued situations are relatively rare, actually.

The Buddhist says: the mountains are real. The mountains are not real. The mountains are both real and not-real. The mountains are neither real nor not-real.

The fruit is orange, to ordinary perception. The fruit is not orange, to Galileo's analysis. The fruit is both orange and not-orange, to those who recognize that the existential and the scientific grids each have a kind of validity. The fruit is neither orange nor not-orange, to those who recognize that all grids are human inventions.

The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside.

Sigismundo Celine, in the woods of Ohio, meditated. To him all phenomena were real in some sense, unreal in some sense, meaningless in some sense, real and meaningless in some sense, unreal and meaningless in some sense, and real and unreal and meaningless in some sense.

1. People who meet Mr. A when he has the Oral Submissive self predominant, will remember him as that sort of person. People who meet him when he has the Semantic/rational self predominant remember him as another sort of person. Etc.

That Sebastian's vision of God was a true one is the dark, hidden fear of every religious person. The non-dualistic Orient accepts such a thought with equanimity: when Ramakrishna saw the goddess Kali give birth and then devour her own child, he took the vision as a true revelation of the oneness of creation and destruction.

1. We can say it is waves. 2. We can say it is particles. 3. We can say it is both waves and particles, i.e. either of the first two will serve, at different times. 4. We can say It is neither waves nor particles, i.e. the models are our metaphors; the Etic non-verbal event remains — unspeakable.

To Buddhist Tibet, this is the unity of yab and yum; to Taoist China, the unity of yin and yang. The Occident perennially seeks to repress this thought, and perennially is haunted by half-awareness of it.

Indeed, the East which accepts the unity of good and evil, yin and yang, with such equanimity, has never forgotten that if the evil is omnipresent, why, then, so must be the good.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who divide the world into two kinds of people, and those who do not.

But all We did that day was mingle great and small Footprints in summer dust as if we drew The figure of our being less than two But more than one as yet.