Quotes About Consciousness

"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on Nothing but Meditation?

in that blurred state between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul. Like the terrestial crust of the earth which is proportionately 10 times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul is a miracle of mutual pressures. Millions of kilograms of force pounding up from earth's core on the inside to meet the cold air of the world and stop as we do, just in time.

He / thought of women. / What is it like to be a woman / listening in the dark? Black mantle of silence / stretches between them like geothermal pressure. / Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as / lava. She listens / to the blank space where / his consciousness is, moving towards her. Lava can / move as slow as / nine hours per inch. [...] She wonders if / he is listening too. The cruel thing is, she falls asleep / listening.

Hegel on sacrifice. The animal dies. The man becomes alert.

This was when Geryon liked to plan his autobiography; in that blurred state, between awake and asleep. When too many intake values are open in the soul, like the terrestrial crust of the earth.

There is something you should know. And the right way to know it is by a cherrying of your mind.

Fiction forms what streams in us. Naturally it is suspect.

Everything is a naked thought that strikes.

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

It is hard for fish to be aware of water. It is hard for us to notice something that's an ingrained pattern shaping our habitual thought.

Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.

paused in the ineluctable presence of the other, and inhaled.

Our view of reality is only a view, not reality itself.

The idea that you could think and choose how to be, instead of simply reacting

but were actually heroes: people who, having lost their moorings in the inauthentic world we call normal life, were now on a perilous journey to discover what the world might be like without the masks of false consciousness that the rest of us habitually wear.

I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.

From Camus' notebooks … "an intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.

Well, my rationalization for today is that if "an intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself" the same could be said for masturbation or even better for suicide

Die Zukunft ist zum Glück meistens nur anwesend // als nächster Augenblick, und dieser Zukunftsaugenblick // erfordert Gegenwart, und zwar des Geistes.

Mindfulness encourages us to exist in the present moment.

Wheeler, P., and H. E. Rives. Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1955.

Although I am a typical loner in daily life, my consciousness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice keeps me from feeling isolated.

Ver a una mujer, y sentir en ese mismo instante que también ella me ha visto, que sus ojos interrogantes han quedado prendados de mí cómo si no tuviéramos más remedio que encontranos en el umbral de lo ignoto, de esa frontera oscura y melancólica de la conciencia...

Ver a una mujer, y sentir en ese mismo instante que también ella me ha visto, que sus ojos interrogantes han quedado prendados de mí cómo si no tuviéramos más remedio que encontrarnos en el umbral de lo ignoto, de esa frontera oscura y melancólica de la conciencia...