Writing for me must be a very controlled exercise, formed by passions and hopes. That is the only reason you get through it, otherwise you may as well do something else. The act of writing itself is cold.
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
— Ernest Hemingway (via wethinkwedream)
I think that once you get over the age of 20, you begin to understand that there’s a lot of places where you can fall in and they are just locations of stases. Locations of paralysis. Places where there’s no growth. And whether it’s a job, whether it’s a way that you decide to pursue your life, whether it’s a philosophy, whether it’s a politic, we all know in our hearts when we’re choosing paralysis. When we’re choosing the dead zone over life.
Whoever thinks he understands divine scripture or any part of it, but whose interpretation does not build up the twofold love of God and neighbor, has not really understood it. Whoever has drawn from scripture an interpretation that does fortify this love, but who is later proven not to have found the meaning intended by the author of the passage, is deceived to be sure, but not in a harmful way, and he is guilty of no untruth at all.
(ATTN: LIZ!!!) <3
Ugh, this girl’s got my back covered in so many different ways. Thanks for taking my fears seriously and then finding the words I needed. <3
I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding.
Donald Miller, To Own a Dragon (via loveisthemovementofknowledge)
This is the reason why I love books, but it’s also the reason why I love people.
Michael Shermer’s “The Believing Brain”
For a materialist such as myself, there is no such thing as “mind.” It ultimately reduces down to neurons firing and neurochemical transmitter substances flowing across synaptic gaps between neurons, combining in complex patterns to produce something we callmindbut is actually just brain. Chick begs to differ.
Chick: That’s a supposition, Michael. Your starting point is that there can be nothing more than brain, so of course you arrive at that conclusion.
Michael: Well, yes, I suppose that’s true. But you have to start somewhere, so I start at the bottom, at neurons and their actions.
Chick: But the very choice to begin there is itself an article of faith, Michael. That’s not a scientific induction, that’s just a conscious choice on your part.
Michael: Sure, but why not start at the bottom? That’s the principle of reductionism that is such an integral part of science.
Chick: But if you go that route you close yourself off to other possibilities: top-down instead of bottom-up possibilities. You could just as easily start at the top with mind and work your way down to neurons, which opens up other possibilities.
Michael: Isn’t this just a roudabout way of explaining what happened to you as being something more than just a product of your brain—that there really is a source out there that knows we are here?
Chick:…It is a different starting point of epistemology. Your conclusions are only as sound as your premises.
There is nothing to practise. To know yourself, be yourself. To be yourself, stop imagining yourself to be this or that. Just be. Let your true nature emerge. Don’t disturb your mind with seeking.
— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (via lucifelle)