Quotes About Transcendence

As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed down inside him with a roar.

No mind of a creature can attain Him.

Our gods are here, below, with us---in the office, the kitchen, the workshop, the toilet; the gods have become like us. Ergo, we have become as gods.

The gong is not a musical instrument; the gong is God. It is the most pure sound that man could create out of which comes all music, all sounds and all words.

Gong is not a drum, or a musical instrument; Gong is God

Gong is the sound that projects you out of your realm to the infinity

God created the universe with this sound of the gong, fly with it, spread your wings and go with it, flow away.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

Yet man, fool man! here buries all his thoughts; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh. Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon, Here pinions all his wishes.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand and life with the other.

Any confrontation between weak, flabby flesh and death seemed to me absurdly inappropriate

He wanted to talk about the strange passion that catches hold of a man by the scruff of his neck and transports him to a realm beyond the fear of death.

The thought that his own life was about to cease cleansed his heart, the way peppermint cleanses the mouth.

When one has attained a state of mind from which the evil passions of the present world have been so utterly winnowed, fear too is forgotten. Thus it was that the priest no longer could understand why Hell should exist.

Emprender un viaje produce un sentimiento misterioso. Uno cree haberse liberado no sólo de los lugares que quedan a sus espaldas, sino tambien del tiempo que deja detrás de si.

No cabe temer la muerte del cuerpo, sino la del espíritu

El correr tiene un fin y el reposar también. La muerte parece que es el último reposo, aunque ni siquiera eso hay manera de saber cuánto dura.

My body is a mere vessel. You cannot kill the real me. So shoot, enjoy the brief taste of victory.

Ölür ise ten ölür, canlar ölesi de?il

She lives between the Vale of Kashmir & nirvana, beneath a bipolar sky. The voice speaks of an atlas & a mask, a map of Punjab, an ugly scar from college days on her abdomen, the unsaid credo, but I still can't make the voice say, Look, I'm sorry. I've been dead for a long time.

When the soul looks out of its body, it should see only beauty in its path. These are the sights we must hold in mind, in order to move to a higher place.

History began when humans invented gods, and will end when humans become gods…

But at the dawn of the twenty-first century, this is no longer true: Homo sapiens is transcending those limits. It is now beginning to break the laws of natural selection, replacing them with the laws of intelligent design.