Quotes About Awareness

You know how much is inside you and you have ideas of how to get it out into the open. Tap the source and let it flow and don't waste a drop by taking it for granted.

In speech, the speaker and the listener have to be present in at least two senses:- A Present to the words in a spatial sense B Present at a particular moment in time in which the words are uttered. Therefore it seems that the speakers' thoughts are as close as possible to their words. The thoughts are present to the words. So speech offers the most direct access to consciousness. The voice can seem to be consciousness itself.

Because I want to know how it works.

I can feel you, without even seeing you.

We are not consciously aware of most of the predictions made by the brain unless an error occurs. Trying to understand how the neurons in the neocortex make predictions led to the second discovery.

Your brain has made a model of the world and is constantly checking that model against reality.

For me, the sense of awareness—the sense of presence, the feeling that I am an acting agent in the world—is the core of what it means to be conscious. It is easily explained by the activity of neurons, and I see no mystery in it.

through the sensory nerves. The nerves only send spikes. And since we do not perceive spikes, everything we do perceive must be fabricated in the brain. Even the most basic feelings of light, sound, and touch are creations of the brain; they only exist in its model of the world.

we needed to understand what "understanding

understanding cannot be measured by external behavior

incorrect assumptions keep us from seeing the correct answer.

Discovering a useful reference frame is the most difficult part of learning, even though most of the time we are not consciously aware of it.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.

What do you want a clock for?" "To find out what time it is," I said. "I think that's the usual purpose.

At nineteen, I certainly didn't know the answer, although I already knew more about death than most of the other pimple-ridden pudding heads in my sophomore class at the University of Miami.

As Deborah had so astutely pointed out, I was engaged and still didn't get it.

What a frail thing a human being is—and without the Passenger, that is all I was, a poor imitation of a human being. Weak, soft, slow and stupid, unseeing, unhearing and unaware, helpless, hopeless, and harried.

But it is a truism of life that no matter how much we are suffering, nobody else cares—generally speaking, nobody even notices.

Vince looked where I pointed. "Salvia divinorum," he said. "Hey, you think so?

I blinked. I had just had another thought, something very significant; I was quite sure of it. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was there. I rewound my thoughts, marching them by again at a slower speed. I sat up even straighter in my chair as I scanned—and there it was. I don't know if I found it because I had such excellent posture, but just in case, I sent a little mental thank-you card back through time to Mrs. Parker.

felt my jaw muscles moving, but no matter how carefully I listened, I did not hear myself saying anything. Brian watched me with real enjoyment for a moment before he finally spoke up.