"We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas."
~Alan Watts
Friday, October 11, 2013
We are Star stuff
"There is a fundamental reason why we
look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour
after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is
something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows
its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we
may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their
origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate
source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular
truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms
of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and
on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside
under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards.
We are star stuff. Keep looking up."
The Fault in Our Stars
“I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the
corners of his eyes crinkling. "I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the
business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in
love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that
oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day
when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow
the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
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