Quotes About Awareness

The recognition by a people that their prosperity depends on the breadth and depth of their innovative activity is of huge importance. Nations unaware

the sole problem was the terrible unawareness.

Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?

What a gulf between the self which experiences and the self which describes experience.

You can't be what you can't see.

I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down!

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.

The room is full of you! — As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—

Afternoon on a Hill" I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down!

Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where I stand. And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all.

We walk On the skin Of life.

Quien no ha tenido como yo el privilegio de pasar buena parte de su vida en un manicomio tal vez ignore esta gran verdad: que todos los allí encerrados perciben claramente la locura de los demás, pero ninguno la propia.

Nunca. Nunca, jamás, hay que caer en manos de un boludo. Porque si uno termina en manos de un boludo significa que uno también es un boludo. Un boludo más boludo aún que el boludo en cuyas manos cayó.

A veces uno vive una vida idiota. En una de esas, hasta lo sabe. Sabe que es la vida de un idiota. Pero mientras no haya un testigo, alguien que lo vea, alguien que lo diga, puede pasar, puede seguir.

Growth for the sake of growth is a cancerous madness.

I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own, the flavor of an apple, the embrace of a friend or lover, the silk of a girl's thigh, the sunlight on the rock and leaves, the feel of music, the bark of a tree, the abrasion of granite and sand, the plunge of clear water into a pool, the face of the wind - what else is there? What else do we need?

There's another disadvantage to the use of the flashlight: like many other mechanical gadgets it tends to separate a man from the world around him. If I switch it on my eyes adapt to it and I can see only the small pool of light it makes in front of me; I am isolated. Leaving the flashlight in my pocket where it belongs, I remain a part of the environment I walk through and my vision though limited has no sharp or definite boundary.

Gaze not too long into the abyss, lest the abyss gaze into thee.

The beauty of Delicate Arch explains nothing, for each thing in it's way, when true to it's own character, is equally beautiful. If Delicate Arch has any significance it lies, I will venture, in the power of the odd and unexpected to startle the senses and surprise the mind out of their ruts of habit, to compel us into a reawakened awareness of the wonderful-that which is full of wonder.

How to pry the tourists out of their automobiles, out of their back-breaking upholstered mechanized wheelchairs and onto their feet, onto the strange warmth and solidity of Mother Earth again? This is the problem which the Park Service should confront directly, not evasively, and which it cannot resolve by simply submitting and conforming to the automobile habit.

You can't see anything from a car; you've got to get out of the goddamn contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hands and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbrush and cactus. When traces of blood begin to mark your trail, you'll see something, maybe.

For chrissake folks what is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare? Take off your shoes for a while, unzip your fly, piss hearty, dig your toes in the hot sand, feel that raw and rugged earth, split a couple of big toenails, draw blood! Why not?

Those who have no sense of posterity or any concern for future generations are the ones who are really dead. I mean, they are dead right now. Walking zombies.