Sun Ra Quotes

From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

The blackness of space was a big shock to me. It is a deep, three-dimensional, oily blackness. You can feel the distance.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain, one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature.

It was a place without a single feature of the space-time matrix that he knew. It was a place where nothing yet had happened - an utter emptiness. There was neither light nor dark: there was nothing here but emptiness.

There is a wide, yawning black infinity. In every direction, the extension is endless; the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce.

But the universe is infinite.

Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in.

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.

Infinity? It attracts us like a floodlight in the night.

If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.

Under every deep a lower deep opens.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high.

Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.

There's no lack of void.

Dream that you died It takes you out of your mind The black walls of space Take me all the way

There is a single general space, a single vast immensity which we may freely call void: in it are unnumerable globes like this on which we live and grow, this space we declare to be infinite, since neither reason, convenience, sense-perception nor nature assign to it a limit.

There is no limit to stupidity. - Space itself is said to be bounded by its own curvature, but stupidity continues beyond infinity.

All the natural movements of the soul are controlled by laws analogous to those of physical gravity. Grace is the only exception. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void. The imagination is continually at work filling up all the fissures through which grace might pass.

Moreover, the universe as a whole is infinite, for whatever is limited has an outermost edge to limit it, and such an edge is defined by something beyond. Since the universe has no edge, it has no limit; and since it lacks a limit, it is infinite and unbounded. Moreover, the universe is infinite both in the number of its atoms and in the extent of its void.

Everything, alas, is an abyss, — actions, desires, dreams, words!

These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no more than an absence of light.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.