… we seem to be haunted by the chanciness of life and the alternate versions of reality …
– Slavoj ŽiŽek –
Ph : Tetsuro Higashi
Wind back the film of life and play it again. The history of evolution will be totally different …
– Stephen Jay Gould –
… seduction of love and a boundless illusion, inflamed by a profound uprising emotion, can change any ordinary incident into a radiant, luminous voyage.
– Erik Pevernagie –
Ph : Sandra Tamos ( Strazdaite )
Sometimes you make up your mind about something without knowing why, and your decision persists by the power of inertia. Every year it gets harder to change.
– Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being
On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.
– Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being
It’s a thought,“ I said with a grin.
"That’s exactly what it is, Dan – a thought – no more real than the shadow of a shadow. Consciousness is not In the body; the body is in consciousness. And you are that consciousness – no the phantom mind that troubles you so.
You are the body, but you are everything else, too. That is what your visions revealed to you. Only the mind resists change. When you relax mindless into the body, you are happy and content and free, sensing no separation.
Immortality is already yours, but not in the same way you imagined or hope for. You have been immortal since before you were born and will be long after the body dissolves. The body is in consciousness; never born; never dies; only changes.
The mind – your ego, personal beliefs, history, and identity – is all that ends at death. And who needs it?” Socrates leaned back into his chair.
“I’m not sure all of that sank in.”
“Of course not.” He laughed. “Words mean little unless you realize the truth of it yourself. And when you do, you’ll be free at last.
– Dan Millman – Way of the Peaceful Warrior
Why don’t you ever use your strength on me?“
she said.
Because love means renouncing strength,”
said Franz softly.
– Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.