Quotes About Consciousness

Communication must become total and conscious before we can stop it.

There is no such thing as unconsciousness for it is not experienceable. We infer unconsciousness when there is a lapse in memory or communication.

Miracles can happen when we can keep our consciousness away from analyzing and classifying one another.

Writing seems to rob me of my being: it is a second hand mode of communication, a pallid, mechanical transcript of speech, and so always at one remove from my consciousness.

I've been hearing-impaired, not quite since birth, but I've been wearing hearing aids since I was 13, so I'm very conscious of the difficulty of voice communication.

Are you living in a computer simulation?

Can the brain understand the brain? Can it understand the mind? Is it a giant computer, or some other kind of giant machine, or something more?

There is only one real computer - the universe - whose hardware is made up of non-spatial states of consciousness and software is made up of superhuman as well as non-superhuman thoughts.

Think of the computer as a spiritual space for thinking.

You could have all the computer chips ever in the world and you won't create a consciousness.

You are already That which you seek.

Inside yourself or outside, you never have to change what you see, only the way you see it.

I don't really see the hurdles. I sense them like a memory.

Be aware of your infinite connection to your source. Know that you're more than an encapsulated collection of bones, blood and organs in a skin and hair covered body.

To Be Happy, You Only Need To Understand Your Mind....

...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...

You have treasured your MIND more than your 'SELF' and that's the primary source of unhappiness!

I am immortal! I know it! I feel it!

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

We need to wake up from a thought that lasts too long.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

I do not sleep; I wish to meet my death awake.

Alas, what wickedness to swallow flesh into our own flesh, to fatten our greedy bodies by cramming in other bodies, to have one living creature fed by the death of another!

Strong and healthy, who thinks of sickness until it strikes like lightning? Preoccupied with the world, who thinks of death, until it arrives like thunder?