“Our surroundings are not contained by name and form. You are neither the body nor the mind, these are limits you identify with through a lack of clear-sightedness. When you are attentive to a tree or flower, the perception, shape, name and concept are not the only things present. There is also the All-presence that you share with them and that you are both part of. The very name and form spring forth from this eternal background, the All-presence. This is instantaneous awareness that cannot be reached by thought.” MindBodyFormNamesClearTreeShareAwarenessFlowerShapesLimitsEternalPerceptionSpringConceptsBackgroundsSurroundingsInstantaneous Book:Neither This nor That I Am Source: Neither This nor That I Am
“The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.” FormJoyPerceptionPreciseLucidity Author:Eva Hoffman
“Everything that enters our field of perception means something, large or small. Everything speaks to us, if we will take off our headphones and hear a different sound track. Everything corresponds. We travel better in the forest of symbols when we are open and available to all the forms of meaning that are watching†and waiting for us.” IfsMeanDifferentFormSpeakWaitingSoundFieldsPerceptionTrackAvailableForestsSymbolsHeadphones Book:The Three Source: The Three
“We feel certain that the extraterrestrial message is a mathematical code of some kind. Probably a number code. Mathematics is the one language we might conceivably have in common with other forms of intelligent life in the universe. As I understand it, there is no reality more independent of our perception and more true to itself than mathematical reality.” FeelsKindRealityMightFormCertainUniverseLanguageCommonNumbersPerceptionMessagesIntelligentMathematicsIndependentAliensMathematicalCodeUfoExtraterrestrialIntelligent Life Author:Don DeLillo
“We pursue modernity in her incessant metamorphoses yet we never manage to trap her. She always escapes: each encounter ends in flight. We embrace her and she disappears immediately: it was just a little air. It is the instant, that bird that is everywhere and nowhere. We want to trap it alive but it flaps its wings and vanishes in the form of a handful of syllables. We are left empty-handed. Then the doors of perception open slightly and the other time appears, the real one we were searching for without knowing it: the present, the presence.” WantLittlesRealEndsActionFormLeftKnowingAliveDoorsAirPerceptionBirdEmptyEmbraceWingsDisappearPursueFlightManageInstantEncountersTrapsHandfulMetamorphosisSyllablesIncessantReal OnesDoors Of Perception Author:Octavio Paz