Quotes About Existence

There is no boundary between the living and the dead

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

Who needs a lifetime?

There must be an aesthetic besides death

Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?

We're all feathers in the fire; time passes on us like a lick of flame, one minute we're there, the next we're gone, forgotten, as if we'd never been.

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, 'Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?' 'Is it?' Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. 'To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

None of us know who we are any more.

The world is not dead. The world is alive and breathes. The world is the whim of God, and her journey is forever.

Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.

In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity. ERIK ERIKSON

I still don't understand anything- exept that somehow I know that You are love. And that in my heart has been so great a love for Christy as I did not know could exist on this earth. You, God, must be responsible. You must have put it there. So what do I do with it now?

The house, it's already been a-settin' here for a hundred years. It'll be right here tomorrow. It's today I must be livin'.

So many people never pause long enough to make up their minds about basic issues of life and death. It's quite possible to go through your whole life, making the mechanical motions of living, adopting as your own sets of ideas you've come to any conclusion for yourself as to what life is all about.

It's today I must be living.

She was looking at her life. It was the same array of property and belongings she looked at every day. Except you don't look at your life every day. You don't stand a step or two outside it and say to yourself, This is my life. You just walk through it the way she assumed a fish swims through water, never registering it as water. It's just what is.

And then you notice the days are going by really fast. And they're all starting to look alike. And then you start to feel like this can't be it. This can't be all. This can't be . . . you know . . . a whole life. There has to be more.

It makes no difference whether you believe all this or you don't. It not only makes no difference to me, but to anything. Things don't wait for you to believe them. They happen. God is not Tinkerbell. He does what he does whether you clap your hands or hide behind the comfort of your disbelief.

You can put any kind of judgment you want on the way you feel, but that won't make it go away. Unfortunately you can't insult your feelings out of existence. Trust me. People try all the time. If it worked, we'd know about it by now.

There's no beginning, middle and end to that experience. The split second it happens, it's happened. In its entirety. The only time that really elapses is the time it takes you to catch up. To absorb what just happened to you. And nobody ever thinks it's going to unhappen. Do they?

We're all just running around being exactly what we are.

But we waste our precious time. Why? Why do we live like we're not going to die?