"...above all, I perceive in me with joy, a new tone, sounded by a violin within my innermost being. Its strings are tensed or relaxed through simple differences of temperature and illumination from without. Yet from deep with our being (an instrument that the conformity of habit has condemned to silence), there appears a song - out of those derivations, out of those vibrations - from which all music arises. The weather, on specific days, leads us perchance from one sound to another. We rediscover the lost melody, which - as we might have guessed - appears with mathematical necessity, and which we, without knowing it, sang from the first moment on. Only these inner modifications - inner, despite the fact that they came from the outside - renew the outer world for me."
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Rediscovered Melodies
"...above all, I perceive in me with joy, a new tone, sounded by a violin within my innermost being. Its strings are tensed or relaxed through simple differences of temperature and illumination from without. Yet from deep with our being (an instrument that the conformity of habit has condemned to silence), there appears a song - out of those derivations, out of those vibrations - from which all music arises. The weather, on specific days, leads us perchance from one sound to another. We rediscover the lost melody, which - as we might have guessed - appears with mathematical necessity, and which we, without knowing it, sang from the first moment on. Only these inner modifications - inner, despite the fact that they came from the outside - renew the outer world for me."
Monday, December 19, 2016
Dreaming with Open Eyes
"...you go into a state almost like an aware kind of sleep, which means you’re all free, just let it be, let it become, and with tremendous compassion towards everything—maybe human beings, or nature, or objects—you incorporate. It’s almost like a... in Buddhism, you would say incarnation. You become things, you become an atmosphere. And if you become it, which means you incorporate it within you, you can also give it back. You can put this feeling into a picture. A painter can do it. And a musician can do it, and I think a photographer can do that too. And that I would call that dreaming with open eyes."
- Ernst Haas (1921 - 1986)
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Fallible Perceptions
"Realities are wrapped in such a veil (as it were) that several philosophers of distinction have thought them altogether beyond comprehension, while even the Stoics think them hard to comprehend. And every assent we may give to our perceptions is fallible: the infallible man does not exist. "
- Marcus Aurelius (121 - 180 CE)
Sunday, December 11, 2016
What is Unknowable
"Science of nature has one goal:
To find both manyness and whole.
Nothing 'inside' or 'Out There,'
The 'outer' world is all 'In Here.'
This mystery grasp without delay,
This secret always on display.
The true illusion celebrate,
Be joyful in the serious game!
No living thing lives separate:
One and Many are the same."
...
We can never directly see
what is true, that is, identical with
what is divine: we look at it
only in reflection, in example,
in the symbol, in individual
and related phenomena.
We perceive it as a life
beyond our grasp,
yet we cannot deny
our need to grasp it.
...
The highest achievement
of the human being
as a thinking being is to
have probed what is
knowable and quietly to
revere what is unknowable."
- Johann Wolgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
See Yourself Seeing Yourself
"You will never stop seeing yourself. You can do nothing, you cannot escape yourself, you cannot escape your own gaze, you never will be able to: even if you were to fall into a sleep so deep that no shock, no shout, no burning pain could rouse you, there would still be this eye, your eye, that will never close, that will never sleep.
You see yourself, you see yourself seeing yourself, you watch yourself watching yourself. Even if you were to wake up, your vision would remain the same, immutable. Even if you managed to grow thousands, billions of extra eyelids, there would still be this eye, behind, which would see you. You are not asleep but sleep will never come again. You are not awake and you will never wake up. You are not dead and even death could never set you free."
- Georges Perec (1936 - 1982)
Monday, December 05, 2016
By Means of the Senses
"Wherefore a man can know nothing by himself, save after a natural manner, which is only that which he attains by means of the senses. For this cause he must have the phantasms and the forms of objects present in themselves and in their likenesses; otherwise it cannot be, for, as philosophers say: Ab objecto et potentia paritur notitia. That is: From the object that is present and from the faculty, knowledge is born in the soul. Wherefore, if one should speak to a man of things which he has never been able to understand, and whose likeness he has never seen, he would have no more illumination from them whatever than if naught had been said of them to him."
- John of the Cross (1542 - 1591)
Sunday, December 04, 2016
The Source of it All
"Coastal people never really know what the ocean symbolizes to landlocked inland people—what a great distant dream it is, present but unseen in the deepest levels of subconsciousness, and when they arrive at the ocean and the conscious images are compared with the subconscious dream there is a sense of defeat at having come so far to be so stopped by the mystery that can never be fathomed. The source of it all."
- Robert M. Pirsig (1928 - )
Thursday, December 01, 2016
Living Light
"There is the motion, the actual wave and radiation of the darted beam: not the dull universal daylight, which falls on the landscape without life, or direction, or speculation, equal on all things and dead on all things; but the breathing, animated, exulting light, which feels, and receives, and rejoices, and acts — which chooses one thing, and rejects another — which seeks, and finds, and loses again — leaping from rock to rock, from leaf to leaf, from wave to wave — glowing, or flashing, or scintillating, according to what it strikes; or, in its holier moods, absorbing and enfolding all things in the deep fullness of its repose, and then again losing itself in bewilderment, and doubt, and dimness ... It is the living light, which breathes in its deepest, most entranced rest, which sleeps, but never dies."
- John Ruskin (1819 - 1900)
Postscript: Ruskin's quote was inspired by his devotion to J. M. W. Turner's art (as is my Synesthetic Landscape that appears above it). I have been thinking of Turner lately because I've started reading what is turning out to be a magnificent new biography: The Extraordinary Life and Momentous Times of J.M.W. Turner, by Franny Moyle (Penguin Press, Oct 2016).
Monday, November 21, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Speaking of Greater Forces
"Mountains seem to answer an increasing imaginative need in the West. More and more people are discovering a desire for them, and a powerful solace in them. At bottom, mountains, like all wildernesses, challenge our complacent conviction - so easy to lapse into - that the world has been made for humans by humans. Most of us exist for most of the time in worlds which are humanly arranged, themed and controlled. One forgets that there are environments which do not respond to the flick of a switch or the twist of a dial, and which have their own rhythms and orders of existence. Mountains correct this amnesia. By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains refute our excessive trust in the man-made. They pose profound questions about our durability and the importance of our schemes. They induce, I suppose, a modesty in us."
- Robert Macfarlane (1976 - )
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Seashore of the Mind
"Sit in reverie
and watch the
changing color of
the waves that break
upon the idle
seashore of the mind."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Monday, November 14, 2016
Multiplicity of Worlds
"No one thing shows the greatness and power of the human intellect or the loftiness and nobility of man more than his ability to know and to understand fully and feel strongly his own smallness. When, in considering the multiplicity of worlds, he feels himself to be an infinitesimal part of a globe which itself is a negligible part of one of the infinite number of systems that go to make up the world, and in considering this is astonished by his own smallness, and in feeling it deeply and regarding it intently, virtually blends into nothing, and it is as if he loses himself in the immensity of things, and finds himself as though lost in the incomprehensible vastness of existence, with this single act of thought he gives the greatest possible proof of the nobility and immense capability of his own mind, which, enclosed in such a small and negligible being, has nonetheless managed to know and understand things so superior to his own nature, and to embrace and contain this same intensity of existence and things in his thought."
- Giacomo Leopardi (1798 - 1837)
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Structure, Connections, and Information
"In an extreme view, the world can be seen as only connections, nothing else. We think of a dictionary as the repository of meaning, but it defines words only in terms of other words. I liked the idea that a piece of information is really defined only by what it's related to, and how it's related. There really is little else to meaning. The structure is everything. There are billions of neurons in our brains, but what are neurons? Just cells. The brain has no knowledge until connections are made between neurons. All that we know, all that we are, comes from the way our neurons are connected."
- Tim Berners-Lee (1955 - )
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Particles, Fragments, and Entropy
"...he saw the dust and the ruin of the apartment as it lay spreading out everywhere–he heard the kipple coming, the final disorder of all forms, the absence which would win out. It grew around him as he stood holding the empty ceramic cup; the cupboards of the kitchen creaked and split and he felt the floor beneath his feet give.
Reaching out, he touched the wall. His hand broke the surface; gray particles trickled and hurried down, fragments of plaster resembling the radioactive dust outside. He seated himself at the table and, like rotten, hollow tubes the legs of the chair bent; standing quickly, he set down the cup and tried to reform the chair, tried to press it back into its right shape. The chair came apart in his hands, the screws which had previously connected its several sections ripping out and hanging loose. He saw, on the table, the ceramic cup crack; webs of fine lines grew like the shadows of a vine, and then a chip dropped from the edge of the cup, exposing the rough, unglazed interior...
...In a way,
he realized,
he realized,
I'm part of the
form-destroying
process of
entropy."
process of
entropy."
- Philip K. Dick (1928 - 1982)
Sunday, November 06, 2016
The Mind's Order
"The order that our mind
imagines is like a net,
or like a ladder,
built to attain something.
But afterward you must
throw the ladder away,
because you discover that,
even if it was useful,
it was meaningless"
- Umberto Eco (1932 - 2016)
Saturday, November 05, 2016
Chain of Connection
"In considering the study of physical phenomena, not merely in its bearings on the material wants of life, but in its general influence on the intellectual advancement of mankind, we find its noblest and most important result to be a knowledge of the chain of connection, by which all natural forces are linked together, and made mutually dependent upon each other; and it is the perception of these relations that exalts our views and ennobles our enjoyments."
- Alexander von Humboldt (1769 - 1859)
Thursday, November 03, 2016
Cannot be Put Into Words
"Words have value;
what is of value in
words is meaning.
Meaning has something
it is pursuing,
but the thing that
it is pursuing cannot
be put into words
and handed down."
- Chuang Tzu (c.4th Century B.C.)
Wednesday, November 02, 2016
Layered Consciousness
"The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any given second is a full field of color patches scattered just so. The configuration will never be repeated. Living is moving; time is a live creek bearing changing lights. As I move, or as the world moves around me, the fullness of what I see shatters. “Last forever!” Who hasn’t prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless.
But there is more to the present than a series of snapshots. We are not merely sensitized film; we have feelings, a memory for information and an eidetic memory for the imagery of our pasts.
Our layered consciousness is a tiered track for an unmatched assortment of concentrically wound reels. Each one plays out for all of life its dazzle and blur of translucent shadow-pictures; each one hums at every moment its own secret melody in its own unique key. We tune in and out. But moments are not lost. Time out of mind is time nevertheless, cumulative, informing the present. From even the deepest slumber you wake with a jolt- older, closer to death, and wiser, grateful for breath.
But time is the one thing we have been given, and we have been given to time. Time gives us a whirl. We keep waking from a dream we can’t recall, looking around in surprise, and lapsing back, for years on end. All I want to do is stay awake, keep my head up, prop my eyes open,... "
- Annie Dillard (1945 - )
Monday, October 31, 2016
Boundaries
"Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious. They are the questions with no answers. A question with no answer is a barrier that cannot be breached. In other words, it is questions with no answers that set the limit of human possibilities, describe the boundaries of human existence."
- Milan Kundera (1929 - )
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Life's Timelessness
"The timeless in you
is aware of life's timelessness.
And knows that yesterday
is but today's memory
and tomorrow is today's dream."
- Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Mutual Interdependece
"The realm of yin and yang is the life where we oppose one thing against the other: good against bad, up against down, heaven against earth, this against that, self against other, form against emptiness, speech against silence. This is not a matter that exists in the realm of yin and yang points to the place where there’s a merging of opposites. In the Identity of Relative and Absolute we chant: 'Within light there is darkness but do not try to understand that darkness. Within darkness there is light, but do not look for that light.' Light and darkness are opposites, yet each one of them contains the other. They’re mutually arising and interdependent. There’s no separation between them. We tend to see them as separate, but they’re not... form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is exactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form. Can it be any more specific and clear than that?"
- John Daido Loori (1931 - 2009)
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Mystery and Art of Living
"The mystery and art of living are as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species. And they are as close as beginning, quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness, are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that."
- Krista Tippett (1960 - )
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Indefinite Meaning
"We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it's a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it."
- Andrei Tarkovsky (1932 - 1986)
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Life is a Secret
"The deeper we look into nature, the more we recognize that it is full of life, and the more profoundly we know that all life is a secret and that we are united with all life that is in nature. Man can no longer live his life for himself alone. We realize that all life is valuable and that we are united to all this life. From this knowledge comes our spiritual relationship with the universe."
- Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Limit of Our Sight
"Life is eternal,
love is immortal
and death is only a horizon.
Life is eternal as we
Life is eternal as we
move into the light
and the horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight."
and the horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight."
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Built on Opposites
"All being, it seemed, was built on opposites, on division. Man or woman, vagabond or citizen, lover or thinker — no breath could both be in and out, none could be man and wife, free and yet orderly, knowing the urge of life and the joy of intellect. Always the one paid for the other, though each was equally precious and essential."
- Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Mind
"Matter and energy
seem granular in structure,
and so does 'life,'
but not so mind."
- Erwin Schrödinger (1887 - 1961)
Tuesday, October 04, 2016
Dream Before the Awakening
"It is possible to believe
that all the past is but
the beginning of a beginning,
and that all that is and
has been is but the
twilight of the dawn.
It is possible to believe
that all the human mind
has ever accomplished is
but the dream
before the awakening."
- H. G. Wells (1866 - 1946)
Sunday, October 02, 2016
Breathed on by Light
"It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence."
- Italo Calvino (1923 - 1985)
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Mountains Simply Exist
"The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no "meaning," they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day."
- Peter Matthiessen (1927 - 2014)
Monday, September 26, 2016
Silence
"My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The 'I' in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable."
- Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
Sunday, September 25, 2016
A Patchwork Quilt
"Our aesthetic sense, whether in works of art or in lives, has overfocused on the stubborn struggle toward a single goal rather than on the fluid, the protean, the improvisatory. We see achievement as purposeful and monolithic, like the sculpting of a massive tree trunk that has first to be brought from the forest and then shaped by long labor to assert the artist’s vision, rather than something crafted from odds and ends, like a patchwork quilt, and lovingly used to warm different nights and bodies."
- Mary Catherine Bateson (1939 - )
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Network of Perceptions
"A world of evanescent impressions; a world without matter or spirit, neither objective nor subjective, a world without the ideal architecture of space; a world made of time, of the absolute uniform time of [Newton’s] Principia; a tireless labyrinth, a chaos, a dream.
"Once matter and spirit — which are continuities — are negated, once space too is negated, I do not know with what right we retain that continuity which is time. Outside each perception (real or conjectural) matter does not exist; outside each mental state spirit does not exist; neither does time exist outside the present moment.
"And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad.
Time is the substance
I am made of.
Time is a river which
sweeps me along
but I am the river;
it is a tiger which
destroys me,
but I am the tiger;
it is a fire which
consumes me,
but I am the fire.
The world, unfortunately, is real;
I, unfortunately, am Borges."
- Jorge Luis Borges (1899 - 1986)
"A New Refutation of Time," Labyrinths
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Amidst the Mystery
"To know objects only through dissecting and
cataloguing them is to miss their full reality.
cataloguing them is to miss their full reality.
It is to fall asleep amidst the mystery
and to become numb to the wonder
of this great Earth"
and to become numb to the wonder
of this great Earth"
(1931 - 2009)
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Distant Memories
"The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us - there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries."
- Carl Sagan (1934 - 1996)
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Unfathomable Mystery
"The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend."
- Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963)
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Hypostatized Information
"We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing."
- Philip K. Dick (1928 - 1982)
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Receiving the World
"Paradoxical as it may seem,
the purposeful life has no content,
no point. It hurries on and on,
and misses everything. Not hurrying,
the purposeless life misses nothing,
for it is only when there is
no goal and no rush that
the human senses are
fully open to receive the world."
(1915 - 1973)
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Mind and Matter
"Whole and unity; thing or entity or being. Every whole is a unity and every unity that is divisible is a whole. For example, the primitive concepts, the monads, the empty set, and the unit sets are unities but not wholes. Every unity is something and not nothing. Any unity is a thing or an entity or a being. Objects and concepts are unities and beings... In materialism all elements behave the same. It is mysterious to think of them as spread out and automatically united. For something to be a whole, it has to have an additional object, say, a soul or a mind. 'Matter' refers to one way of perceiving things, and elementary particles are a lower form of mind. Mind is separate from matter... Classes and concepts may, however, also be conceived as real objects, namely classes as 'pluralities of things' or as structures consisting of a plurality of things and concepts as the properties and relations of things existing independently of our definitions and constructions. It seems to me that the assumption of such objects is quite as legitimate as the assumption of physical bodies and there is quite as much reason to believe in their existence. They are in the same sense necessary to obtain a satisfactory system of mathematics as physical bodies are necessary for a satisfactory theory of our sense perceptions."
- Kurt Godel (1906 - 1978)
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Nothing Normal About Nature
"The truth is, however,
that there is nothing very
“normal” about nature.
Once upon a time
there were no flowers at all"
- Loren Eiseley (1907 - 1977)
Friday, September 09, 2016
Immanent Dialectic
"Absolute trust in the reality of things begins to be shaken as the problem of truth enters upon the scene. The moment man ceases merely to live in and with reality and demands a knowledge of this reality, he moves into a new and fundamentally different relation to it. At first, to be sure, the question of truth seems to apply only to particular parts and not to the whole of reality. Within this whole different strata of validity begin to be marked off, reality seems to separate sharply from appearance. But it lies in the very nature of the problem of truth that once it arises it never comes to rest. The concept of truth conceals an immanent dialectic that drives it inexorably forward, forever extending its limits."
- Ernst Cassirer (1874 - 1945)
Thursday, September 08, 2016
Metaphysical Angst
"There are people ... who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes, lighters, pens, owls, music boxes, bottles, bonsai trees, paintings, mugs, pipes, glass obelisks, ceramic ducks, old toys, carnival masks, and they probably do so out of something that we might call metaphysical angst, perhaps because they cannot bear the idea of chaos being the one ruler of the universe, which is why, using their limited powers and with no divine help, they attempt to impose some order on the world, and for a short while they manage it, but only as long as they are there to defend their collection, because when the day comes when it must be dispersed, and that day always comes, either with their death or when the collector grows weary, everything goes back to its beginnings, everything returns to chaos."
- José Saramago (1922 - 2010)
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Essential Unity of the World
"We try to realize the
essential unity of the world
with the conscious soul of man;
we learn to perceive
the unity held together
by the one Eternal Spirit,
whose power creates the earth,
the sky, and the stars,
and at the same time
irradiates our mind."
- Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Science and Art
"Science and art sometimes
can touch one another,
like two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle
which is our human life,
and that contact may be
made across the borderline
between the two
respective domains."
- M. C. Escher (1898 - 1972)
Monday, September 05, 2016
Structure of Reality
"The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own
reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates
the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of
reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this
mystery each day."
- Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
Sunday, September 04, 2016
There Are No Boundaries
"That all opposites—such as mass and energy, subject and object, life and
death—are so much each other that they are perfectly inseparable, still
strikes most of us as hard to believe. But this is only because we
accept as real the boundary line between the opposites. It is, recall,
the boundaries themselves which create the seeming existence of separate
opposites. To put it plainly, to say that 'ultimate reality is a unity
of opposites' is actually to say that in ultimate reality there are no
boundaries. Anywhere."
- Ken Wilber (1949 - )
Saturday, September 03, 2016
Delight of the Senses
"Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art
relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life
itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of
the senses. By thy might, there return into us treasures that we had
abandoned. By thy grace, there are released in us all the dried-up
runnels of our heart. Of the riches that exist in the world, thou art
the rarest and also the most delicate - thou so pure within the bowels
of the earth! A man may die of thirst lying beside a magnesian spring.
He may die within reach of a salt lake. He may die though he hold in his
hand a jug of dew, if it be inhabited by evil salts. For thou, water,
art a proud divinity, allowing no alteration, no foreignness in thy
being. And the joy that thou spreadest is an infinitely simple joy."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900 - 1944)
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Experiencing Eternity
"When you realize that eternity
is right here now,
that it is within your possibility
to experience the eternity of
your own truth and being,
then you grasp the following:
That which you are
was never born
and will never die."
- Joseph Campbell (1904 - 1987)
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Striving Toward the Infinite
"The sublime is that in comparison with which everything else is small. Here we easily see that nothing can be given in nature, however great it is judged by us to be, which could not, if considered in another relation, be reduced to the infinitely small; and conversely there is nothing so small which does not admit of extension by our imagination to the greatness of a world if compared with still smaller standards... Nothing, therefore, which can be an object of the senses is, considered on this basis, to be called sublime. But because there is in our imagination a striving toward infinite progress and in our reason a claim for absolute totality, regarded as a real idea, therefore this very inadequateness for that idea in our faculty for estimating the magnitude of things of sense excites in us the feeling of a supersensible faculty... Consequently it is the state of mind produced by a certain representation with which the reflective judgment is occupied, and not the object, that is to be called sublime... the sublime is what even to be able to think proves that the mind has a power surpassing any standard of sense."
- Immanuel Kant (1724-1804)
Monday, August 29, 2016
Only Seeing My Thoughts
"What does this think about that?
Nothing thinks about anything.
Does the earth have consciousness
Nothing thinks about anything.
Does the earth have consciousness
of its stones and plants?
If it did, it would be people. . .
Why am I worrying about this?
If I think about these things,
I’ll stop seeing trees and plants
And stop seeing the Earth
For only seeing my thoughts...
I’ll get unhappy and stay in the dark.
And so, without thinking,
If it did, it would be people. . .
Why am I worrying about this?
If I think about these things,
I’ll stop seeing trees and plants
And stop seeing the Earth
For only seeing my thoughts...
I’ll get unhappy and stay in the dark.
And so, without thinking,
I have the Earth and the Sky."
- Fernando Pessoa (1888 - 1935)
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