Quotes About Consciousness

songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.

How does it feel?

And songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality, some different republic, some liberated republic.

I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there's some kind of change.

He immediately corrected that thought; he had no idea what reality was

Do you want to know what you think about most of the time? Take a look at the results you're getting. That will tell you exactly what's going on inside.

2% of the people think, 3% of the people think they think and 95% of the people would rather DIE than think

While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one.

Useless to tell myself that a dream and the memory of yesterday are the same thing

Me pregunto si la identidad personal consiste precisamente en la posesión de ciertos recuerdos que nunca se olvidan

Con alivio, con humillación, con terror, comprendió que él también era una apariencia, que otro estaba soñándolo.

Todos nosotros llevamos nuestra humilde vida y además llevamos otra vida, imaginaria.

La personne dont la mémoire est saine met en lumière quelques objets, quelques mots, quelques évènements qui constituent une représentation claire. Une mémoire traumatique ne permet pas la construction d'une représentation de soi sécurisante puisque en l'évoquant ont fait revenir en conscience l'image du choc.

You are anxious about whether you will rise from the dead or not, but you rose from the dead when you were born and you didn't notice it.

Più di una volta ho notato che proprio le cose cui si è appena badato durante il giorno, le idee non chiarite, le parole dette senza pensarci e alle quali non si è prestata attenzione tornano di notte in immagini concrete e vive, e diventano oggetto di sogni, quasi a rivalsa di essere state tarscurate.

And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

Maga, Anna Ivanovna, azon tépelÅ'dik, vajon feltámad-e, pedig hiszen már akkor is feltámadt, amikor megszületett, és észre sem vette.

Dónde estaban los recuerdos puros? En casi todos se funden impresiones de otras épocas que se les superponen y les confieren una realidad distinta. Los recuerdos no existen: es otra vida revivida con otra personalidad, y que en parte es consecuencia de esos mismos recuerdos. No se puede invertir el sentido del tiempo, a menos que se viva con los ojos cerrados y los oídos sordos.

Are we our memories? Is that all we are? Ever were? Will ever be?

Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?

As well as my regular meetings with the Other and the quiet, consolatory presence of the Dead, there are the birds. Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.

I have known for many years that The Other does not revere the House in the same way I do, but it still shocks me when he talks like this. How can a man as intelligent as him say there is nothing alive in this House?

Whatever we call it - mind, character, soul - we like to think we possess something that is greater than the sum of our neurons and that animates us.

I'm your mind, it claims. You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses