Quotes About Awareness

While this perhaps does not constitute air sharing in the strictest sense, there is camaraderie derived from the awareness that all our air comes from the same source, for the dispensers are but the exposed terminals of pipes extending from the reservoir of air deep underground, the great lung of the world, the source of all our nourishment.

If so, those few will be able to remain conscious right up to the final moments before all pressure is equalized.

Human activity has brought my kind to the brink of extinction, but I don't blame them for it. They didn't do it maliciously. They just weren't paying attention.

Humans had developed a sequential mode of awareness, while heptapods had developed a simultaneous mode of awareness. We experienced events in an order, and perceived their relationship as cause and effect. They experienced all events at once, and perceived a purpose underlying them all. A minimizing, maximizing purpose.

Humans had developed a sequential mode of awareness, while heptapods had developed a simultaneous mode of awareness. We experienced events in an order, and perceived their relationship as cause and effect. They experienced all events at once, and perceived a purpose underlying them all. A minimizing, maximizing purpose. I

Milliseconds pass. My death passes before my eyes.

What distinguishes the heptapods' mode of awareness is not just that their actions coincide with history's events; it is also that their motives coincide with history's purposes. They act to create the future, to enact chronology.

But I was just as certain as you, and I was wrong. You may say, "I know I'm not perfect. I've made mistakes." I am here to tell you that you have made more than you think, that some of the core assumptions on which your self-image is built are actually lies. Spend some time using Remem, and you'll find out.

For the first time, he knew night for what it was: the shadow of the earth itself, cast against the sky. —

When you realize that self-sufficiency is an illusion, you'll be ready.

The heptapods are neither free nor bound as we understand those concepts; they don't act according to their will, nor are they helpless automatons. What distinguishes the heptapods' mode of awareness is not just that their actions coincide with history's events; it is also that their motives coincide with history's purposes. They act to create the future, to enact chronology.

Das Vorhandensein des freien Willens bedeutet also, dass wir die Zukunft nicht kennen können. Und dass es einen freien Willen gibt, wissen wir, weil wir ihn unmittelbar erleben. Willensentscheidungen sind ein wesentlicher Bestandteil unseres Bewusstseins. Stimmt das wirklich? Was wäre, wenn dieses Wissen ein dringliches Verlangen zur Folge hätte, ein Gefühl der Verpflichtung, genau so zu handeln, wie die Person wusste, dass sie handeln würde?

The problem with any philosophical consideration is that once you open a door in your mind, you can never close it. Once you learn something, you can never convince your mind that you didn't learn it. If you learn the world is round, you can never fit in with a world that thinks it's flat.

as your dog becomes more self-actualized, he may hold up the mirror for you, and the face you see can be humbling.

never paralyzed by the need to judge and to compare. They don't dwell on the fact that today's walk isn't as nice as yesterday's, or this forest isn't as interesting as the one they were in last week.

at scars that never felt a wound.

Do they miss being sexed? These are hard questions to answer, but we can think of them in this way: If we were neutered before sexual maturity, we probably wouldn't miss what we didn't know. So may it be with our dogs.

When we'd walk by mule deer, he'd watch them—one ear pricked toward them, one ear angled back in my direction—as I'd repeat, "Deer, no, stay,

I feel the bear's heart in her footprints.

Sometimes all it takes to be happy is a dime on the sidewalk.

Surviving" There are days when the fear of death is as ubiquitous as light. It illuminates everything. Without it, I might not have noticed this ladybird beetle, bright as a drop of blood on the window's white sill. Her head no bigger than a period, her eyes like needle points, she has stopped for a moment to rest, knees locked, wing covers hiding the delicate lace of her wings. As the fear of death, so attentive to everything living, comes near her, the tiny antennae stop moving.

The most important copy you will ever write is that which you create and print each day on your own subconscious.

The good news is that real-world hands-on conservation is alive and well and catching on across the America I travel.

Even in the wake of Rachel Carson's best-selling Silent Spring, Americans in 1963 spent nearly as much money fighting crabgrass with chemical weed controls as they contributed to the American Cancer Society.