Seeking through the human world for wisdom, if you must do that, then, logic would dictate that you`ll confide yourself to dead people, `cause there have been so many more of them. So long before you get to Trivbangllashednish, how about five years with Plato, or Plotinus, or Newton, or ..you know, there had been some good people who have undergone the formality of no longer existing but they still have left their books around, and they`re usually better company than some in the flesh BBI character who has the latest gospel out of Beverly Hills to share with you.
I think if the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.
Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
People talk sometimes of bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
If by Rudyard Kipling
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
“Do you know what you are? You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter. You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you are already that.”
In the pursuit of knowledge every day something is added. In the pursuit of enlightenment every day something is dropped.
Lao Tzu, Tao the Ching
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.
[...] it's the fault of those physicists and that synchronicity theory, every particle being connected with every other; you can't fart without changing the balance in the Universe. It makes living a funny joke with nobody around to laugh.
Philip K. Dick - the man in the high castle
If you`re reading this,
You`ve been in a coma for almost 20 years.
We`re trying a new technique.
We don`t know where this message will end up in your dream, but we hope we`re getting through.
Please wake up.
You are imortal; you`ve existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are life and life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.
Don Miquel Ruiz
I believe that this kind of thinking, that breaks humanity away from the rest of nature, is the first of the great disempowering myths by which the western mind has enslaved itself. And we are not outside of nature. We are not a runaway toxic process. We are not a mutation. We are in fact that part of nature which has been deputised for a purpose. We are the energy gathering aspect of the Gaian mind. We are the language forming capacity of nature herself. You may know the concept of a catalyst in chemestry. A cathalyst is something which if you stir it into a chemical reaction the reaction proceeds more quickly but the cathalyst itself is not destroyed. And this is what I think we are. We are a strategy on the part of the Gaian mind to produce an effect that would otherwise take much much longer to produce. The main effect of the pressence of human life on this planet has been to vastly accelerate the speed at which nature is able to creatively express itself.