Quotes About Transcendence

L'universo non avrà mai fine, perché proprio quando sembra che l'oscurità abbia distrutto ogni cosa, e appare davvero trascendente, i nuovi semi della luce rinascono dall'abisso.

Palmer Eldritch had gone to Prox a man and returned a god.

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life. "An

In other words, an entire new world is pointed to, by this. The name for it is neither art, for it has no form, nor religion. What is it? I have pondered this pin unceasingly, yet cannot fathom it. We evidently lack the work for an object like this. So you are right, Robert. It is authentically a new thing on the face of the world

Only death can get us out of this and maybe not even death. Maybe it's too late; we'll carry this deterioration with us to the next life.

This is a snowflake that was once a flame—the flame was once the fragment of a star.

I don't expect to live long. So what? I don't want to be around long. Do you? Why? What's in this world?

It meant that you were seeing into absolute reality. The essence beyond the mere appearance. In your terminology, he thought, what you saw is called - stigmata.

The mortal human only anticipates as a lower lifeform, the form to come....

Ele se sentiu, de uma hora para outra, como uma mariposa inútil, agitando-se diante da vidraça da realidade, vendo-a de modo indistinto pelo lado de fora. - ubik

Place there is none; we go backward and forward, and there is no place. —St. Augustine

Only in a perfect flight from nothingness is Being to be found in all its purity. —St. Bonaventura

I'd say, Doc, I can see you under the aspect of eternity and you're dead.

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

He embodied what he worshipped, the exquisite in the commonplace…salt for the spirit.

I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we'll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we'll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.

The end is so immense, it is its own poetry. It requires little rhetoric. Just state it plainly.

We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded engagement in the self. Once we've hit this age, we will now give or take anything , wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young.

The ultimate goal of human life is to transcend culture and personality to the unconditioned pure being. But the means to do this is through our culture and way of life.

Kassandra put her arm around her. "One day we will have no bones," the girl said happily, "and our dust will swirl among the stars.

It's incredible to me how blithely even intelligent people sometimes toss around terms like "transcendence" and "crucifixion." The words move us on paper. They feel noble upon the tongue. But when they cease to be sounds and begin to caress the flesh and bones, when they leave the page and get physical, there is little that even the best of us woudn't do to escape them.

Visions, Trips, and Crowded Rooms: Who and What You See Before You Die.

That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.

When I turned to look at you, I was afraid to move again— the moment was just too beautiful to be lost.