Quotes About Consciousness

He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.

Lies 1: There is only the present and nothing to remember. Lies 2: Time is a straight line. Lies 3: The difference between the past and the future is that one has happened while the other has not. Lies 4: We can only be in one place at a time. Lies 5: Any proposition that contains the word 'finite' (the world, the universe, experience, ourselves...) Lies 6: Reality as something which can be agreed upon. Lies 7: Reality is truth.

If you think about something for long enough,' she explained, `more than likely, that thing will happen.' She tapped her head. `It's all in the mind.

Life was a pre-death experience.

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.

She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.

There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.

There are two questions: where have you come from, and where are you going? But the brain doesn't have separate regions for the past and future; only the present is differentiated by the brain. We split time into three parts. The brain, it seems, splits it twice only: now, and not now.

There is so little life, and it is fraught with chance. We meet, we don't meet, we take the wrong turning, and still bump into each other. We conscientiously choose the 'right road' and it leads nowhere.

I think therefore I am. Does that mean 'I feel therefore I'm not'? But only through feeling can I get at thinking.

Choosing to be alive and consciously committing to life, in all its exuberant chaos- and it's pain.

There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. That I am still an evangelist in the North, as well as the person who ran away. Perhaps for a while these two selves have been confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out.

The words come at my call but who calls whom?

None can know the human mind. No, not if he read every thought man ever wrote. Every word written is like a child striking a flame against the darkness.

But if what can exist does exist, is memory invention or is invention memory?

It is no use trying to assume again the state of innocence and acceptance of the animal or the child. This time it has to be conscious. To circle about in such gladness as his, is the effort of a whole lifetime.

The psyche is much smarter than consciousness allows. We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

time is what shields us from eternity.

Viitorul, prezentul È™i trecutul nu exist? decât în mintea noastr?, iar de la dep?rtare marginile li se micÈ™oreaz? È™i li se înceÈ›oÈ™eaz? precum graniÈ›ele unor ??ri duÈ™mane, v?zute dintr-un oras plutitor, tocmai de pe bolt?.

Stop thinking, she said. The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat.

Optimal's logo reads: The Future Is Now. That annoys me because if the future is now, where is the present?

But I tell you, Henri, that every moment you steal from the present is a moment you have lost for ever. There's only now.

At present, computers are spectacular at number crunching and data processing. We can code programmes that feel as though computers are interacting with us, and that's fun, but in fact they aren't interacting in a way that we expect a human being to interact. But what will happen when a programme that has self-developed, that has its own version of what we call consciousness - realises, in the human sense of the verb 'to realise', exactly what/who is on the other side of the screen?

Yeah, there's plenty of people like me who don't live in their brains, because there's not much going on up there. If I was just my brain I'd be really miserable.