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cannot do a lot of things. They cannot play tennis, go for a walk, or scratch
themselves, but they do have one absolutely spectacular trick never found
in the animal repertoire: they can eat the sun.—L.L.L. Cudmore, The
Center of Life : A Natural History of the Cell, 1977
The immense mountains and precipices that overhung me on every side—the sound of the river raging among the rocks, and the dashing of the waterfalls around, spoke of a power mighty as Omnipotence—and I ceased to fear, or to bend before any being less almighty than that which had created and ruled the elements, here displayed in their most terrific guise.—Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley At the moment of utter solitude, when the body breaks down on the edge of infinity, a separate time begins to run that cannot be measured in any normal way.—Marie de Hennezel, Intimate Death: How the Dying Teach us How to Live, 1997 Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs and dies.—Rabindranath Tagore Through everything you work, through every foot you move, through every lip you talk, through every heart you feel.—Swami Vivekananda, God and Man in Vedanta Distributed intelligence, or composite mind, is a nebulous idea. On the other hand, we do not know of any intelligence that is not distributed, or any mind that is not composite.—George Dyson, Darwin Among the Machines, 1997 Time given to thought is the greatest time-saver of all.—Norman Cousins I began to look more closely, not at things but at a world closer to myself, looking from an inner place to one further within, instead of clinging to the movement of sight toward the world outside. I found light and joy at the same moment, and I can say without hesitation that from that time on light and joy have never been separated in my experience. I have had them or lost them together.—Jacques Lusseyran, And There Was Light Often, during those long days and nights, I used to meditate on the meaning of time. Somehow, in my isolation, time seemed to be passing me by as through I were standing apart from it.—Terry Waite, Footfalls in Memory, Readings and Reflections from Solitude, 1995. Waite spent four years in solitary confinement in Beirut. Man’s mind once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimension.—Oliver Wendell Holmes The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.—William Arthur Ward The brain seems to show a distributed style of functioning, in which the real work is done by millions of specialized, sophisticated systems without detailed instructions from some command center. By analogy, the human body also works cell by cell; unlike an automobile, it has no central engine that does all the work.—Bernard Baars, In the Theater of Consciousness, 1997 Consciousness is the process wherein potential reality becomes actual reality. It is the quiff popping.—Fred Alan Wolfe It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.—Lewis Carroll Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.—Helen Keller, Let Us Have Faith One of the greatest comforts of religion is that you can get hold of
God sometimes and give him a satisfactory beating.—Sri Aurobindo, Thoughts
and Aphorisms, Jnana
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