Quotes About Connection

If I am so fortunate as to be listening to the Hammerklavier sonata, the only correct answer, if you ask me suddenly, Who are you? would be to hum the Hammerklavier.

Miscommunication, misunderstanding and general misjudgment of one another is vastly increased by the fact that few of us know about these levels of circuitry, and we all tend to assume that the person we are interacting with is on the same circuit we are.

Most anecdotal evidence concerns ESP between members of the same family. I find that very significant. It obviously has something to do with physical contact. A hell of a lot of ESP involves mothers and children. They were once part of her body. Thet seems to me to fit right in with Bell's theorem: the idea that things once connected remain always in contact even though they are separated.

Imagine a billiard table without players. Nobody hits any balls. No earthquake shakes the room. No magnet exists, hidden under the table. Yet suddenly Ball A at one end of the table turns clockwise and Ball B at the other end of the table turns counterclockwise.

The number of universes perceived by human beings does not equal the population of the planet, but several times the population of the planet. It thus appears some sort of miracle that we sometimes find it possible to communicate with each other at all, at all.

This no longer surprised me. I had seen other such cases since Jane had toiled her way upward through hashish and peyote in desperate search of feelings. I even had a rule-of-thumb about it: Frigid women and Marxist men were the ones who required the heaviest doses to turn on. I assumed that this had some connection with the chronic muscular tensions holding back emotions that the Reichian and Gestalt psychologists discuss.

Unless you stop to ask what coincidence means. I think it means two incidents are associated: co-incidence: coordination of incidents. So, then, to explain two associated incidents (prayers for rain followed by rain) by saying coincidence is to say that the two incidents were associated because the two incidents were associated. That may be soothing enough, but it is hardly analytical.

A social field might be considered a type of energy-field that is highly variable.

I refer the cynical reader back to the 31-year-old scientist quoted earlier who said "I can feel myself actually fusing with the other person – it is difficult to know even anatomically what part of myself is me and what part is the woman." He was not even using ritual programming to get that result; the drug alone led him there, and it was only comparatively weak marijuana, not the stronger hashish.

We tend to separate subjects or areas of knowledge in our heads, whereas in Universe everything is synergetically (holistically) related. In this case, we have separated geometry from evolution, if we are blocked, and that is why we cannot see a rather obvious answer.

As usual, when you look for synchronicity, synchronicity looks for you.

I NEVER SAW Susan without feeling a small but discernible thrill. The thrill was mixed with a feeling of gratitude that she was with me, and a feeling of pride that she was with me, and a feeling of arrogance that she was fortunate to be with me. But mostly it was just a quick pulse along the ganglia which, if it were audible, would sound a little like woof.

The best moments in my life," I said, "have come because I loved somebody." "Yeah," he said. "And the worst," I said.

There is excitement in a new kiss, but there is a quality of memory and intimacy in kissing someone you've kissed often before. I

I put my arms around her and closed my eyes and put my cheek against the top of her head and stood for a long time without speaking while my soul melted into her. I knew we weren't the same person. I knew that it was good that we weren't. I knew separateness made love possible. But there were moments, like this one, of crystalline stillness, when it felt as if we really could merge like two oceans at the bottom of the world.

called Evan Malone at the number Epstein had given me and got his wife, and made an appointment to come up to his place on Bow Lake to talk with him. On the drive up Route 93, I called Epstein on the cell phone.

Suki and I danced a

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks.

I ate in the silence and drank my coffee and looked occasionally at Susan's picture on my desk. Let us be true to one another, dear.

To be looked at by Susan, naked, with those eyes, over a glass of pink champagne, was all I knew on earth, and all I had to know.

It's awful to be alone, Jesse." "If you can't be alone," Jesse said

I want her with me," I said, "and more than that, I want her to want to be with me.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan