Quotes About Consciousness

It is the best of times because we have entered a period, if we can bring ourselves to pay attention, of great clarity as to cause and effect.

We have had many lifetimes as human beings to learn of the many, many ways we do not wish to be. But we are human, she said. And therefore we already are, every way there is

She was beginning to think that human beings had underground selves, always running, limpid, clear, even when everything in the personality appeared used up, dusty and dry.

Some people don't understand that it is the nature of the eye to have seen forever, and the nature of the mind to recall anything that was ever known.

Nobody feel better for killing nothing. They feel something is all.

He had no such dreams, certainly. And if he had them, he did not recall them, on rising. Nor could he fathom why this should be so. In fact, dreams, the world of dreams, did not exist for him, as it existed for her. And unlike her, he did not sit before the dwindling fire of their hearth wondering, pondering, nagging the question really, What does this mean?

No one is exempt from the possibility of a conscious connection to All That Is.

No one is exempt from the possibility of a conscious connection to All That Is. Not the poor. Not the suffering. Not the writer sitting in the open field. This

My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people … it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all. I knew that if I cut a tree, my arm would bleed … you can't miss it.

I know what I'm thinking bout, I think. Nothing. And as much of it as I can.

He understands that creating a meal means creating your own reality...

The only thing to transcend is the idea that there's something to transcend. Nirvana is samsara. I finally got the memo.

You are who you think you are. You are what you remember.' 'You sure about that?' 'If you're not, then what the fuck are you?' 'What if you don't remember anything?' 'Ah,' Jason said, 'then you're in trouble.

Most people have difficulty thinking of themselves as just another animal. They refuse to face the fact that 96% of what can be found in their bodies can also be found inside a pig or a horse or that our DNA is 97. 5% identical to that of a gorilla and 98. 4% to that of a chimpanzee. The only thing that makes us different from other animals is our ability to think and make forward plans.

Sometimes we look but don't see, listen but don't hear, touch but don't feel. If one sense fails, the others step in.

In the past, whenever my logic and my instincts were in conflict, I would back my logic. Today, I back my instincts every time. Why? Because I know that my instinctive brain is many times more intelligent than my conscious brain.

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame

Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?

Every American wants MORE MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

Earth pollution identical with Mind pollution, consciousness Pollution identical with filthy sky

Inside skull vast as outside skull

I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.

LSD Shakti-snake settles like Gas into Consciousness

with my fucking suave manners and knowitall, eyes, and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious, in this Hell of Birth & Death