Quotes About Consciousness

We're accompanied by an internal play-by-play announcer who is forever proclaiming the way things supposedly are and should be in our game of life. This announcer believes it's being helpful, but it doesn't realize the commentaries are ruining the game. Not only is it covering over the real action, but it's setting us up for disappointment, since the game itself rarely matches what's supposed to be happening.

The more aware we are, the less likely any trigger, even in the most mundane circumstances, will prompt hasty unthinking behavior that leads to undesirable consequences.

Ideally, advertising aims at the goal of a programmed harmony among all human impulses and aspirations and endeavors. Using handicraft methods, it stretches out toward the ultimate electronic goal of a collective consciousness.

In this electronic age we see ourselves being translated more and more into the form of information, moving toward the technological extension of consciousness.

One thing about which fish know exactly nothing is water, since they have no anti-environment which would enable them to perceive the element they live in.

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Home to her was much more. It was the wild terrain of her mind. A world of hummingbirds and crickets and alabaster and dots on a disc of snow. To Emily Dickinson, home was consciousness itself—a continent of language where metaphor was her native tongue.

I began waking up slowly into history, from which we do not emerge as from other nightmares.

You are consciousness dressed in form, my love. Consciousness is divine. Matter is divine. Creation is divine. Everything is divine. Are you somehow the only exception?

I don't change. It's not that I change. Reality changes. Everything becomes very small, and I exist entirely inside my mind. Even my own body isn't real." Indicating

With our thoughts, we make the world. —Buddha

Sometimes the long view is not what I need. I need this moment, without hostage to past or future, experienced for itself alone.

How humans decide what to do with their arms on a second by second basis, I still have no idea

Maybe it was something subliminal. Actually, it felt pretty liminal. Pro-liminal. Up-liminal?

I COULD HAVE BECOME a mass murderer after I hacked my governor module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites.

Humans and augmented humans shift their weight when they stand, they react to sudden sounds and bright lights, they scratch themselves, they adjust their hair, they look in their pockets or bags to check for things that they already know are in there.

I guess you can't tell a story from the point of view of something that you don't think has a point of view.

I'm using my own pain." Ziede's eyes narrowed. "It's not nearly as likely to destroy your consciousness and enslave you to the Hierarch's Well, but it's hardly an inexhaustible source." Kai huffed a laugh, though it wasn't funny. "Isn't it?" Ziede bit her lip and he could see she knew he was right. "You're taking all the fun out of killing a Hierarch's High Expositor and stealing his power, Kai.

It would make it harder for me to pretend not to be a person.

This is why I'm glad I'm not human. They come up with stuff like this. I said, "No. That's a human thing to do. Constructs aren't that stupid.

At least victims of contract labor are free to think their own thoughts. But we tell ourselves that constructs aren't aware of their predicament. What SecUnit makes us realize is that this is not true; they are all aware of what they are and what's been done to them. But the only choice they are ever offered is obedience or pain and death.

Our best destiny, as planetary cohabitants, is the development of what has been called "species consciousness" something over and above nationalisms, blocs, religions, ethnicities. During this week of incredulous misery, I have been trying to apply such a consciousness, and such a sensibility. Thinking of the victims, the perpetrators, and the near future, I felt species grief, then species shame, then species fear.

People ask me if I ever thought of writing a children's book. I say, 'If I had a serious brain injury I might well write a children's book', but otherwise the idea of being conscious of who you're directing the story to is anathema to me, because, in my view, fiction is freedom and any restraints on that are intolerable.

You do not attain to knowledge by remaining on the shore and watching the foaming waves, you must make the venture and cast yourself in, you must swim, alert and with all your force, even if a moment comes when you think you are losing consciousness.