“I was at Mount Tamalpais near San Francisco hiking when a boulder came hurling down the mountainside and smashed my left hand. When I looked at my mangled bloody fingers, I had a strange reaction. 'Thank God I will never have to play again,' I said. The fact is that dedication to one's art does involve a sort of enslavement.” DoeArtSaidPlayFactsHandsLeftWorkStrangeFingersReactionsThank GodDedicationHikingBloodySan FranciscoEnslavementLeft HandBouldersHurling Author:Pablo Casals
“In our daily lives we attend primarily to that which the senses are spelling out for us: to what the eyes perceive, to what the fingers touch. Reality to us is thinghood , consisting of substances that occupy space; even God is conceived by most of us as a thing. The result of our thinginess is our blindness to all reality that fails to identify itself as a thing, as a matter of fact.” MatterFactsRealityEyeSpaceResultsFailingFingersSensesSubstancePerceiveDaily LifeBlindnessMatter Of FactSpelling Book:Insecurity of Freedom Source: Insecurity of Freedom
“We accepted a definition of ourselves which confined the self to the source and to the limitations of conscious attention. This definition is miserably insufficient, for in fact we know how to grow brains and eyes, ears and fingers, hearts and bones, in just the same way that we know how to walk and breathe, talk and think - only we can't put it into words. Words are too slow and too clumsy for describing such things, and conscious attention is too narrow for keeping track of all their details.” ThinkingKnowsWayHeartSelfFactsEyeGrowsWalksAttentionBrainKnow HowSourceConsciousEarsFingersTrackDefinitionsDetailsBonesBreatheAcceptedLimitationConfinedDescribingClumsyInsufficient Author:Alan Watts