Quotes About Transcendence

The dead become more powerful as time goes by, you see, boy. What was just an unquiet ghost to your grandfather could be a full-fledged loa to your grandchildren. And I've learned to bend 'em, train 'em in certain directions like you would a vine. Farmer plant a seed in the ground and one day have a tree—I put a ghost in a bottle under running water and one day I have a loa.

Beauty is how objects end. Beauty is death.

Beauty is nonconceptual. Nothing in the object directly explains it.

We stand in awe before that which can not be seen... And we respect, with every fiber, that which can not be explained.- Rukia, (And so fell the sword of fate...)

We are all born dead. The end exists beafore anything begins. If living is a constant quest for awareness, the awareness we gain at the end is the real goal. In other words, death is the discovery and complete understanding of the end. We are not permitted to seek awareness. Those that cannot transcend death will not find awareness in anything.

We stand in awe before that which cannot be seen. We respect with every fiber of our being that which cannot be explained

Their contemplation seems to reconnect us with a childlike sense of wonder at the mysteries of the universe. They are literally other-worldly, and so remove us from the world and its cares; they lift us off the ground.

Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.

Religion is nothing but institutionalized mysticism. The catch is, mysticism does not lend itself to institutionalization. The moment we attempt to organize mysticism, we destroy its essence. Religion, then, is mysticism in which the mystical has been killed. Or, at least diminished.

All dreams continue in the beyond.

We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.

Perhaps sound carries farther across time than across space.

I removed the freeway from its temporal context. Overpasses, cloverleafs, exit ramps took on the personality of Mayan ruins for me. Without destination, without cessation, my run was often silent and empty; there were no increments, no arbitrary graduations reducing time to functional units. I abstracted and purified.

Should a person possess a heart that is as light as a feather, then that person is granted immortality.

Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer. The

The argument is irrelevant, for at the higher levels, science and art are the same. There is a point where high science transcends the technologic and enters the poetic, there is a point where high art transcends technique and enters the poetic.

There is no death. There are only different levels of life.

For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

Come see, I was thinking. Be the last thing you behold

Thank God for life, True Belle said, and thank life for death.

Just Imagine. No illness. Ever. No pain. No aging or frailty of any kind. No loss or grief or tears. And obviously no more dying, not even if the stars shattered into motes and the moon disintegrated like a corpse beneath the sea.

God isn't amalgamated into His creation. He is not a tree, a river, or a butterfly. Rather than being a part of His creation, God is above and outside of it.

One name by itself can't fully represent God's majesty & power.

Ex hoc momento pendet aeternitas. (An diesem Augenblick hängt die Ewigkeit.)