“After several minutes, picture that your entire body is merging with the blue sky. Feel that you have become the infinite blue sky that stretches endlessly in every direction.” FeelsBodySkyMinutesInfiniteBlueVisualizationBlue SkyMerging Author:Frederick Lenz
“A drone strike is a terror weapon, we don't talk about it that way. It is; just imagine you are walking down the street and you don't know whether in 5 minutes there is going to be an explosion across the street from some place up in the sky that you can't see. Somebody will be killed, and whoever is around will be killed, maybe you'll be injured if you're there. That is a terror weapon. It terrorizes villages, regions, huge areas. It's the most massive terror campaign going on by a long shot.” IfsKnowsWayLongImagineSkyStreetsMinutesHugeWalkingWeaponsShotsAreasTerrorStrikesCampaignsRegionsMassiveVillageSocialistExplosionsInjuredDronesLinguistsLong Shots Author:Noam Chomsky
“The purple light or glow, which appears roughly fifteen or twenty minutes after sunset... looks like an isolated bright spot fairly high in the sky over the place the sun has set, and then it quickly expands and sinks until it blends with the colors underneath.” LooksLightSunSkyMinutesColorTwentiesSpotsSunsetIsolatedFifteenPurple Author:James Elkins
“Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.But it's all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.” MindHeartStillsSoulRealityPainFoundGrowsSidesWalksPleasureSkyMinutesMy HeartBlessingMountainMilesTreasureGoldenHillsDesertSolitaryAbyssHeart And SoulGlowingRecollectionPain And PleasureMy BlessingFar SideDays To Come Author:Edward Abbey
“I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won't end in death. That everything doesn't end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby's throat.I've slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I've redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I'm going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There's a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes)” EndsBodyHandsLightRunningTodayMovingThreeNextAirSkyMinutesCryFieldsBabyDadMountainBeatsBirdHorseCloudsSizeBoxesGhostGet UpIceStringsThroatFoxesChasingHeartbeatBalloonsFebruaryKitesCubesWildflowers Author:Shane Jones
“First and foremost, my hats off to our directors and camera department. That is something I will miss after Longmire. I can't imagine working on another show that looks like this. We'll get the whole crew out on location and have a hundred people standing around, waiting for about 40 minutes, so that sun is just a little bit further in the sky and the light is hitting the cloud, in the perfect way.” PeopleWayFirstsLooksLittlesI CanWholeShowsLightBitsWaitingPerfectSunImagineSkyMinutesMissingDirectorsLittle BitHundredStandingCamerasCloudsDepartmentHatsHittingLocationCrewHats Off Author:Bailey Chase
“All one has to do to gather a large crowd in New York is to stand on the curb a few minutes and gaze intently at the sky.” SkyMinutesNew YorkCrowdsCurbLarge Crowds Book:The New American Credo: A Contribution Toward the Interpretation of the National Mind Source: The New American Credo: A Contribution Toward the Interpretation of the National Mind