Quotes About Existence

or refuting, with his guidance, a famous refutation of the existence of time, will be worth it.

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it's so slow and sweet and everlasting.

That's the way it is: life includes a lot of empty space. We are one-tenth living tissue, nine-tenths water; life is one-tenth Here and Now, nine-tenths a history lesson. For most of the time the Here and Now is neither now nor here.

We are all fuel. We are born, and we burn, some of us more quickly than others. There are different kinds of combustion. But not to burn, never to catch fire at all, that would be the sad life, wouldn't it?

But I have not brought history with me this evening (history is a thin garment, easily punctured by a knife blade called Now). I have brought my fear.

Souls always do recognize themselves. It is the humanness that surrounds and embodies the soul that fails to recognize or make sense of the wonderment that dwells and resides at the center of whom we are; who we need to become.

Time passes so quickly. And if time passes quickly in time, how much more, then, in eternity!

Superhero science has taught me this: Entire universes fit comfortably inside our skulls. Not just one or two but endless universes can be packed into that dark, wet, and bony hollow without breaking it open from the inside. The space in our heads will stretch to accommodate them all. The real doorway to the fifth dimension was always right here. Inside. That infinite interior space contains all the divine, the alien, and the unworldly we'll ever need.

Lister patted the towel rail against his left palm. 'I'm going out like I came in - screaming and kicking.' 'You can't whack Death on the head.' 'If he comes near me, I'll rip his tits off.

God created the world in the way that he saw fit, and humans should not question the divinely appointed order. All wisdom literature, not just Job, develops this theme (e.g., Is 40:28- 29). Human beings must take their proper place in the cosmos, find their appointed life and make the most of it.

e tutte le cose intorno ascoltavano sorprese che oltre il lieve mormorio degli alberi al vento altre voci esistessero.

We hope for sympathy in a violent, damning, world, all that we've known and experienced in real life—as opposed to phantom memory. We long for confirmation and completion and justification—and we also long to survive and learn that our reckless existence has meaning.

The camera is a remarkable thing, you think, with its ability to transform the mundane into an immortal moment able to travel through time, reappear days or months or years after its actually occurrence. Every second of our existence is alive with possibility, but we don't see it until we hit rewind, until we freeze the frame. It is sad that so many things, all suffused with meaning, escape the unaided eye.

Diaspora starts about a thousand years from now. Most of human civilisation has moved inside computers essentially, a major branch of our descendants consists of conscious software.

Simulated consciousness" was as oxymoronic as "simulated addition.

Who exactly am I saving from shame, when I'll live and die in every possible way?

The whole idea of a creator tears itself apart. A universe with conscious beings either finds itself in the dust … or it doesn't. It either makes sense of itself on its own terms, as a self-contained whole … or not at all. There never can, and never will be, Gods.

How do you know which parts of the world are you, in the polises?' 'Are there citizens in Konishi who eat music?' 'Is not having a body like falling all the time, without moving?

Had David Hawthorne, by another name, achieved the immortality he'd paid for? Or had he died somewhere along the way? There was no answer. The most that could be said, at any moment, was that someone existed who knew – or believed – that they'd once been David Hawthorne. And so Peer had made the conscious decision to let that be enough.

That's it. That's all there is. The cosmos has no shape at all – no such thing as time or distance, no physical laws, no cause and effect.

Simulated consciousness" was as oxymoronic as "simulated addition.

The wormhole makes tangible the most basic truths of existence. You cannot see the future. You cannot change the past. All of life consists of running into darkness. This is why I'm here.

Polis citizens, Yatima decided, were creatures of mathematics; it lay at the heart of everything they were, and everything they could become.

As for the stars, they were never ours to lose; the truth is, we've lost nothing but the illusion of their proximity.