Quotes About Interconnectedness

I offer no proof other than my whole life and your whole life as they dissolve in each other as we read or speak, as we watch or dance, as we play or sing, as we walk from being indoors to being out.

Their version of rock-paper-scissors was elephant—fist, mouse—palm, and ant—little finger. The elephant crushed the mouse, the mouse squashed the ant, and the ant crawled up the elephant's trunk and paralyzed his brain.

Fire lives in the death of earth, air lives in the death of fire, water lives in the death of air, and earth in the death of water.

Graspings: wholes and not wholes, convergent divergent, consonant dissonant, from all things one and from one thing all.

We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results.

We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.

As above, so below, as within, so without, as the universe, so the soul…

As above, so below. As within, so without. Originated by Hermes TRISMEGISTUS!

This is true religion—knowing there is a bond among all living things. Having understood this, there is nothing to mourn, because even though nothing can ever be retained, nothing is ever lost.

Der Mann ist ein schwarzer Faden, der in die Pflanzen geht. Das schlagende Gras hebt ihn über die Erde.

He for himself weaves woe who weaves for others woe, and evil counsel on the counselor recoils.

What is hateful to you do not do to your neighbor. That is the whole Torah. The rest is commentary.

We are...two open pages of the same book

All is interrelated, said one. Fire and earth, air and water. All are but one thing, not four, not two, and not three, but one. Where they are not together is only an incomplete piece. A

Destroying species is like tearing pages out of an unread book, written in a language humans hardly know how to read, about the place where they live.

There is really no such creature as a single individual; he has no more life of his own than a cast-off cell marooned from the surface of your skin.

The earth has become one big village, with telephones laid on from one end to the other, and air transport, both speedy and safe.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together, even when they were foolishly thinking they could lead separate lives. It was as simple and complicated as that.

For long stretches of time it felt like we were crawling around each other's brain.

You don't always see how much other people are shaping you.

We are all in this together, by ourselves.

Beyond anything we know to name, there moves a force arising from the pure juxtaposition of things, a force that draws us into being, that allows us to dwell fully in our lives. All pure juxtaposition is a gathering.

Just as you drop body parts, those parts reassemble, and have done so continuously over the history of the earth. People decompose, become dirt, dirt becomes vegetables and fruit, animals and people eat the food that grows from the dirt that was once a body. It is all one big recycling program the earth does.

Our flesh has never been a boundary for the human being. We only reach out from there to occupy the space around us. Even more significantly, it occupies us.