Quotes About Existence

But then I remembered: the universe was closed, and so very small. There was really nowhere else to go.

They never experience the past tense. It's just another thread to them. They don't remember stuff, they relive it.

We all come into the story halfway through, we all catch up as best we can, and we're all gonna die before it ends.

We all come into the story half way through, we all catch up as best we can, and we're all gonna die before it ends.

Is a termite mound a construct? Beaver dam? Space ship? Of course. Were they built by naturally-evolved organisms, acting naturally? They were. So tell me how anything in the whole deep multiverse can ever be anything but natural?" I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "You know what I mean." "It's a meaningless question. Get your head out of the Twentieth Century.

Brain's got all kinds of gauges. You can know you're blind even when you're not; you can know you can see, even when you're blind. And yeah, you can know you don't exist even when you do. It's a long list, commissar. Cotard's, Anton's, Damascus disease. Just for starters.

What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?

This is it. The final conscious experience. Enjoy it while it lasts.

TO HIMSELF EVERYONE IS IMMORTAL; HE MAY KNOW THAT HE IS GOING TO DIE, BUT HE CAN NEVER KNOW THAT HE IS DEAD. —

Is a termite mound a construct? Beaver dam? Spaceship? Of course. Were they built by naturally evolved organisms, acting naturally? They were. So tell me how anything in the whole deep multiverse can ever be anything but natural?

Evolution across the universe was nothing but the endless proliferation of automatic, organized complexity, a vast arid Turing machine full of self-replicating machinery forever unaware of its own existence. And we—we were the flukes and the fossils. We

The laws of physics were the OS of some inconceivable supercomputer called reality .

and besides, positing universe as program didn't seem to answer the Big Questions so much as kick them down the road another order of magnitude.

we're hard-core realists—we just pay lip service to death and decay and keep right on feeling immortal anyway.

We're the goddamned Kalashnikovs of thinking meat.

I could be the only sentient being in the universe. If I'm even that much. Because I don't know if there is such a thing as a reliable narrator.

REALITY IS THAT WHICH, WHEN YOU STOP BELIEVING IN IT, DOESN'T GO AWAY. —PHILIP K. DICK

Yet the questions persisted, in the minds of the laureates, in the angst of every horny fifteen-year-old on the planet. Am I nothing but sparking chemistry? Am I a magnet in the ether? I am more than my eyes, my ears, my tongue; I am the little thing behind those things, the thing looking out from inside. But who looks out from its eyes? What does it reduce to? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

TRY TO TOUCH THE PAST. TRY TO DEAL WITH THE PAST. IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S JUST A DREAM. —Ted Bundy

What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?

Agnostic philosopher Antony O'Hear agrees: 'there are aspects of our experience and existence more fundamental than science, and on which science depends for its possibility. So science cannot be used, as it often is, to undermine those features of our natures.'35 The idea that the mind is 'nothing but' the brain is ultimately a deduction from the assumption of naturalism.

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

Al' iako ja sam stvor sazdan od zemlje, uporna mi ?ežnja potje?e sa zvijezda." VII

?nsan?n varla?ma hamlesinden ebedilik hayali ve ne?esi do?ar. Bu özleyi? bütün cesaretini imkandan almaktad?r. ?nsan mümkün olmayan ?eyi istemek için kendini yormaz ve paralamaz.