"Here are some words I love, words that describe presence rather that means towards an end: nourishing, edifying, redemptive; courageous, generous, winsome; adventurous, curious, tender."
— Krista Tippett, "Becoming Wise - An Inquiry into the Mystery and Art of Living"
“Everything is biographical, Lucien Freud says. What we make, why it is made, how we draw a dog, who it is we are drawn to, why we cannot forget. Everything is collage, even genetics. There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross"
—Michael Ondaatje, “Divisadero”
“…our true self, the self which is sorrowful and happy, trivial and deep.”
— Christopher Alexander
“Do not imitate others or seek advice anywhere except from your own mind. No-one can help you. No-one knows what your life should be. No-one knows what your life or life itself should be because it is in the process of being created. Life moves according to a growing consciousness of life and is completely unpredictable.”
— Agnes Martin
“The self is a repeatedly reconstructed biological state; it is not a little person, in the infamous homunculus, inside your brain contemplating what is going on.”
— Antonio Damasio
“Things that have been in contact with each other continue to act on each other at a distance after the physical contact has been severed."
— James Frazer, “Law of Contact”
"The desire for clarity and rational interpretation has made the cosmos today a homework for the tenth grade. Everybody understands the un-understandable...after the un-understandable is brought down to banalities. But in that way we lose contact with the un-understandable altogether and the un-understandable becomes meaningless. Not only love and sex but also our desire for freedom, for self expression, for beauty, for truth, etc., are “un-understandable.” We have to accept them as unexplainable, as unreasonable in the last reason but belonging nevertheless to our nature as human, belonging to us as the dark belongs to the light."
— Hans Richter