“Since our consciousness plays some part in what comes into being, the play of attention can both create and destroy, but it never leaves its object unchanged.” | Continue reading
“Know thyself, and that thou art mortal. But know thyself, denying that thou art mortal.” | Continue reading
A touchingly human reminder of our capacity for ecstasy, transcendence, and collective felicity. | Continue reading
"Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever new-born; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth." | Continue reading
“Love is a bet, a wild one, placed on freedom. Not my own; the freedom of the Other… A knot made of two intertwined freedoms.” We love to forget ourselves, but also to remember what we are: mortal creatures lustful of meaning, radiant with life, eternally alone and eternally long … | Continue reading
“We read excitedly of the latest chemical, computational, or quantum theory of mind, and then ask, ‘Is that all there is to it?'” | Continue reading
“We live and move by splitting the light of the present, as a canoe’s bow parts water.” | Continue reading
"Because mystery is horrible to us, we have agreed for the most part to live in a world of labels; to make of them the current coin of experience, and ignore their merely symbolic character, the infinite gradation of values which they misrepresent." | Continue reading
“These are hours of exquisite pain; thank Heaven this particular pang comes to us but once.” | Continue reading
“To become conscious of what one is doing to earn his feeling of heroism is the main self-analytic problem of life.” | Continue reading
“The miracle is that we rise again out of suffering… The miracle is that we create ourselves anew.” | Continue reading
“Fill yourself with the beautiful stuff of the world… Get amazed. Get astonished. Get awed on a regular basis, so that getting awed is habitual and becomes a state of being.” | Continue reading
“Gardening is like poetry in that it is gratuitous, and also that it cannot be done on will alone.” | Continue reading
“To the soul, time does not exist. Only her own great purpose exists, shining clear and steady through the mists before her.” | Continue reading
On cruelty, kindness, and the song of life. | Continue reading
On inviting the state of being that “allows for that larval inner experience which distinguishes true psychic creativity from obsessional productiveness.” | Continue reading
"In a world full of people who seem to know everything, passionately, based on little (often slanted) information, where certainty is often mistaken for power, what a relief it is to be in the company of someone confident enough to stay unsure (that is, perpetually curious)." | Continue reading
“Every jealous person knows jealousy to be a brutally degrading experience and resists with all his might revealing the extent of his degradation.” | Continue reading
"Despite every single lie to the contrary, despite every single action born of that lie — we are in the midst of rhizomatic care that extends in every direction, spatially, temporally, spiritually." | Continue reading
A roadmap to the fulfilled belonging on the other side of “the great aloneness which knows not what is far and what is near, nor what is small nor great.” | Continue reading
"Faithfulness to the moment and to the present circumstance entails continuous surrender... Only unconditional surrender leads to real emptiness, and from that place of emptiness I can be prolific and free." | Continue reading
On sympathy, reciprocity, and satisfying the fulness of our nature. | Continue reading
“It is absolutely inward and private, the relation between oneself and an animal.” | Continue reading
“We are lichens on a grand scale.” | Continue reading
“We only need to be as true to others as we are to ourselves that there may be ground enough for friendship.” | Continue reading
The making of our densely networked crucible of thought and tenderness. | Continue reading
In praise of our “property of error, spontaneous, uncontrolled, and rich in possibilities.” | Continue reading
“A talent grows by being used, and withers if it is not used.” | Continue reading
From peacocks to penguins, a winged menagerie of wonder. | Continue reading
A largehearted invitation to "stand on the precipice between the known and the unknown, without fear, without anxiety, but instead with awe and wonder at this strange and beautiful cosmos we find ourselves in." | Continue reading
“I want to sleep and dream the life of trees, beings from the muted world…” | Continue reading
From Marcus Aurelius to Einstein, poets and philosophers on the deepest wellspring of our humanity. | Continue reading
On the evening of February 19, 1852, a scientist at the New Haven station of the nascent telegraph witnessed something extraordinary: A blue line appeared upon the paper, which gradually grew darker and larger, until a flame of fire followed the pen, and burned through a dozen th … | Continue reading
"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself," Kahlil Gibran wrote in his poignant verse on parenting. And yet we are, each of us, someone's child - physiologically or psychologically or both - and they sing themselves through … | Continue reading
“We are cheating ourselves when we run away from the ambiguity of loneliness.” | Continue reading
The most moving story of self-sacrifice in the history of science. | Continue reading
Blake before Blake, Hilma before Hilma. | Continue reading
“We are all interconnected in the universe, and from this, universal responsibility arises… Everyone has the responsibility to develop a happier world.” | Continue reading
A shimmering reminder that “the magic is of our own conjuring.” | Continue reading
Illuminating the pitfalls of the mind in felt and gingerbread. | Continue reading
An inquiry into the eternal enchantment of why the world exists. | Continue reading
“Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident.” | Continue reading
“You can expect good and bad luck, but good or bad judgment is your prerogative.” | Continue reading
“Human being, vegetables or cosmic dust, we all dance to an invisible tune, intoned in the distance by a mysterious player.” | Continue reading
“Treasure this ecstasy, however absurd people may think it.” | Continue reading
On loving the world enough to surrender to the laws of gravity and chance. | Continue reading
"The everywhere of thought is indeed a region of nowhere," Hannah Arendt wrote as she considered time, space, and the thinking ego when she became the first woman to deliver the prestigious Gifford Lectures on Natural Theology.(themarginalian.org) | Continue reading
Inside the silent scream of life. | Continue reading