“Maybe the Bards function, and the function of story in general, is to constantly recreate us by re-observing us. The storyteller holds up a mirror to us, and he or she has great power to show us in a flattering or insulting manner. As we re-observe ourselves (and the author believes we are frequently distorting the image we have of ourselves) through the nightly news, advertising media (magazines, billboards, advertisements, and so forth), television, and film, we are the consciousness that collapses the wave function and recreates ourselves.”
Source: 666: Connection with Crowley
“Dialogue is about creating awareness through self-observation; it starts from the inside out, not the outside in.”
Source: Dialogue / Ego - Real Communication
“في المجتمع المختل يبدو الصحيح مريضا والمريض صحيحا”
Source: Sugar Street
“إن المجتمع في كل مكان ديكتاتور عنيد طاغ يحيل الأفراد إلى قطيع .. إلى مجموعة من طوابع البريد كلها في حجم واحد ولون واحد وصورة واحدة وكل منها تحمل ختم المجتمع الذي تنتمي إليه”
Source: لا تطفئ الشمس، الجزء الأول
“إنه تحدث في الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية 40 ألف حالة عدوى جديدة في السنة، وحوالي 900 ألف شخص يعيشون بالمرض. ربع هؤلاء لا يعلمون أنهم مصابون.”
Source: Unprotected: A Campus Psychiatrist Reveals How Political Correctness in Her Profession Endangers Every Student
“Smartass is a latent idiot.”
Source: Master of Stupidity
“Never ask anybody what is right and what is wrong. Life is an experiment to find out.
Each individual has to be conscious, alert, and watchful, and experiment with life and find out what is good for him. Whatever gives you peace, whatever makes you blissful, whatever gives you serenity, whatever brings you closer to existence and its immense harmony is good. And whatever creates conflict, misery, pain in you is wrong.”
“Vexed with herself, Cassandra took a handkerchief from the congealed pocket of her dress and pressed it hard over a new trickle of tears. After a minute or two had passed, she became aware of someone ascending the stairs in a measured tread.
Embarrassed to be caught crying on the steps like a lost child, Cassandra struggled to rise.
A low voice stopped her. "No... please. I only wanted to give you this."
Through a blur, she saw the dark form of Tom Severin, who had come to stand a step below her, with two glasses of iced champagne in his hands. He extended one to her.
Cassandra began to reach for it, but hesitated. "I'm not supposed to have champagne unless it's mixed with punch."
One corner of his wide mouth tipped upward. "I won't tell."
Cassandra took the glass gratefully, and drank. The cold fizz was wonderful, easing the dry tightness of her throat.
"Thank you," she murmured.”
Source: Chasing Cassandra
“things have changed... maybe we have to change, too.”
“Desire for beauty will endure and undermine the desire for truth.”
Source: The Evolution of Beauty: How Darwin's Forgotten Theory of Mate Choice Shapes the Animal World—And Us