Quotes About Transcendence

If you put music out that's spiritual, that has spiritual vibes in it, people are gonna hear it.

Sacrifice is the movement of violent liberation from servility, the collapse of transcendence. Inhibiting the sacrificial relapse of isolated being is the broad utilitarianism inherent to humanity, correlated with a profane delimitation from ferocious nature that finds its formula in theology. In its profane aspect, religion is martialled under a conception of God; the final guarantor of persistent being, the submission of (ruinous) time to reason, and thus the ultimate principle of utility.

Nature, far from being logical, 'is perhaps entirely the excess of itself', smeared ash and flame upon zero, and zero is immense.

If Hild thought of sides, she thought of plots, of her mother, of Lindsey, its blood, its stink, and the world began to dissolve into a white hiss so that she wanted to step away from her body and become the marble maid again.

The vision trembled before her, like a drop of rain on an outstretchd fingertip, brilliant, beautiful, perfect.

Light is a comfort, a human thing, and it pleases me. It reminds me I'm mortal.

No pertenezco a un mundo que perece. Prolongo y transmito una verdad que no muere.

Da nicht einmal das Böse auf Erden rein ist, hat jede der drei demokratischen Wellen dem Menschen eine klarere Vorstellung gebracht: Die erste die von der Seele, die zweite die vom transzendenten Gott, die dritte die von der Geschichte: Platonismus, alexandrinische Theologie, Romantik.

Between man and nothingness passes the shadow of God.

?airin i?i sinsice dünyan?n pazar yerine ula?mak de?ildir. O, sessiz bir ke?i? gibi dünyada ya?ar ama oraya ait de?ildir...

Per lui non v'è soggetto spregevole nella natura. Nell'insignificante l'artista creatore è grande come nell'eccelso; la cosa più bassa per lui non è bassa, perché invisibilmente trapela in essa l'anima meravigliosa di chi crea, e la cosa bassa viene così sublimamente espressa, perché passa attraverso il purgatorio della sua anima.

Have your being outside this body of birth and death and all your problems will be solved. They exist because you believe yourself born to die. Undeceive yourself and be free. You are not a person.

When you go deep inside nothing is all there is. There is no 'I am'. The 'I am' merges in the Absolute.

To be a living being is not the ultimate state; there is something beyond, much more wonderful, which is neither being nor non-being, neither living nor non-living. It is a state of pure awareness, beyond the limitations of space and time. Once the illusion that the body-mind is oneself is abandoned, death loses its terror; it becomes a part of living.

What is in the world cannot save the world; if you really care to help the world, you must step out of it.

It is only when you are satiated with the changeable and long for the unchangeable that you are ready for turning around and stepping into what can be described (when seen from the level of the mind) as emptiness and darkness.

The limited is bound to be painful and pleasant in turns. If you seek real happiness, unassailable and unchangeable, you must leave the world with its pains and pleasures behind you.

The name given to the body is not your name. What are you beyond the body and its name? For a moment, see that you are without the body and its name.' This is termed 'waiting at the doorstep of God for a moment'. Say what you are without considering the body and its name. Look at yourself without the body and its name. Understand this point and you understand everything.

you will become everything, including the moving and the inert.

Meaning is not in things but in-between them.

He knocked absurdly on the skull like a man impatient for a door to open. His eyes glazed over. He appeared to be in the grasp of something beyond the reach of ordinary mortals. 'Time is slowing,' he said in a leaden voice. 'Each moment grows and fattens like a drop of rain on a window sash, waiting to fall.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.

SF] was a commercial genre born in the old adventure pulp magazines of the first third of the twentieth century, aimed primarily at adolescent males, which, over the decades, in fits and starts, evolved into an intellectually credible, scientifically germane, transcendental literature without losing its popular base. Of what other literature in the history of the western world can this truly be said?