Quotes About Consciousness

My eyes flipped open at exactly six A.M. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink toward consciousness. The awakening was mechanical. A spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids: The world is black and then, showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said -in my face, first thing I saw. 6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.

But she noticed that some of the people who had spoken to her before made a point of having something else to do with their eyes when she passed, although she could almost feel them staring at her back as she moved on.

They say that to know oneself is to know all there is that is human. But of course no one can ever know himself. Nothing human is fully calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.

Why is it so important to continue after death? We never question the demonstrable fact that before birth we did not exist, so why should we fear becoming once more what we were to begin with?

Like my countrymen, I am always thrilled when someone entirely without talent is able to become through strenuous and even pathological publicizing of himself a part of the nation's consciousness and for a season famous because that is our American way.

Gözler kapal?yken, gerçek dünya baÅŸlar.

Die Gedanken sind weder Dinge der Außenwelt noch Vorstellungen. Ein drittes Reich muß anerkannt werden. Was zu diesem gehört, stimmt mit den Vorstellungen darin überein, daß es nicht mit den Sinnen wahrgenommen werden kann, mit den Dingen aber darin, daß es keines Trägers bedarf, zu dessen Bewußtseinsinhalte es gehört.

When I replied that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar, not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time: to me the present is never here: it is always last year or next week.

For a moment I had felt elation as on the instant of waking before one remembers.

We might feel very sure that there is no more to reality that the material world in which we live, but we cannot prove that this is the case. Theoretically there could be other realms, other dimensions, as all religious traditions and quantum physics alike maintain. Theoretically, the brain could be as much a receiver as a generator of consciousness and thus might be fine-tuned in altered states to pick up wavelengths that are normally not accessible to us.

What he doesn't consider, in other words, is the possibility that consciousness comes first while physical realms and beings are manifestations or projections of that primordial consciousness—as above, so below, as many ancient wisdom traditions state.

We are consciousness incarnated in stardust

just your bodies and there is no such thing as the soul, or if you do believe that the soul exists then you often do so blindly, according to religious dogmas rather than personal inquiry. You

Some things, some places perhaps take up their truer existence in the mind.

Sometimes you wonder, in an interconnected universe, who's dreaming who?

Abandon the 'I', because it's a lie.

When was the last time you had a thought that wasn't put there by THEM?

Animal Man: 'Listen, just tell me one thing: am I REAL or what?' Grant Morrison: 'Of COURSE you're real! We wouldn't be here talking if you weren't real. 'You existed long before I wrote about you and, if you're lucky, you'll still be young when I'm old or dead. 'You're more real than I am.

Self-awareness: there is the black worm in the apple. Our curse is to know there's something terribly wrong with us.

The interior of our skulls contain a portal to infinity...of course it's happening in your head but why on earth should that mean it's not real?

But where in all of this description is the essential chair? Have we yet come even close to a full description of it? Did we even mention that several hundred years ago, it wasn't a chair but a tree? Where is it now? Here? Or in memory. We cannot even fully describe a chair and yet we say I am. I am.... Understand. There is no I am. Nothing is . Try to describe all that you are. Simultaneously discern the logical flaw in what I've just said. Now! Feel the white flame.

Todo cuanto te ha ocurrido es real, incluso tus sueños. Ellos sobre todo

Here the choice is simple. To remain at play within the field of living, fluid consciousness. Or to turn and face down evil one last time.

Kaye glared at him for a moment, both challenged and exasperated. "We don't have to posit self-awareness, conscious thought, to have an organized network that responds to its environment and issues judgments about what its individual nodes should look like," Kaye said.