“It's like looking at the sun, that's how infinity is. You can't look at it for too long or you dissolve. The bands of your attention break. But if you look at it in specific ways, you can become something or someone much more conscious.” IfsWayLooksLongAttentionBreakSunAwarenessBuddhismBandConsciousInfinity Author:Frederick Lenz
“The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.” MindMayFallSunPsychologyConsciousPoolSubconsciousFountainPsychiatristPsychoanalysisSubconscious MindConscious MindPower Subconscious Mind Author:Sigmund Freud
“By health I mean the power to live a full, adult, living, breathing life in close contact with what I love - the earth and the wonders thereof - the sea - the sun, all that we mean when we speak of the external world. I want to enter into it, to be part of it, to live in it, to learn from it, to lose all that is superficial and acquired in me and to become a conscious, direct human being. I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.” WorldWantHumansMeanEarthSpeakUnderstandingLosesHuman BeingsWonderSunSeaConsciousAdultsDirectContactBreathingSuperficialBreathing LifeUnderstanding Myself Book:Stories. Selected, Source: Stories. Selected,
“Literature is conscious mythology: as society develops, its mythical stories become structural principles of story-telling, its mythical concepts, sun-gods and the like, become habits of metaphoric thought. In a fully mature literary tradition the writerenters intoa structure of traditional stories and images.” StoriesLiteraturePrinciplesSunHabitConsciousConceptsTraditionStructureMythologyTraditionalMatureMetaphoricSun God Author:Northrop Frye
“In [family snapshots] the flow of profane time has been stopped and a sacred interval of self-conscious revelation has been cut from it by the edge of the picture frame and the light of the sun or the flash.” Has BeensSelfLightSunCuttingConsciousFlowSacredEdgesRevelationsFlashSelf ConsciousIntervalsProfaneSnapshotsPicture Frames Author:Adrienne Rich
“The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the spots of sun on the ground moved with the shifting of the branches, like a conscious caress.” IfsLightEyeHurtSunFireTreeProduceColorMetsPureSpringConsciousEssenceGreenMovedEdgesSpreadForestsSpotsSubstanceRisingBranchesSparksMetalsBubblesIt HurtsShiftingTremblingCaressBoiling Book:The Fountainhead Source: The Fountainhead