We all know what we know. We experience with our minds and breath.
The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.
There's an expression, deja vu, that means that you feel like you've been somewhere before, that you've somehow already dreamed it or experienced it in your mind.
Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.
We remove ourselves from the experience itself to a surrogate of the experience, which is whatever measure you take from the brain, be it the electroencephalogram or magnet encephalography or say functional magnetic resonance. So it's pretty tough to make those comparisons.
In reality, infinity is merely the distance to the heart of a stranger. Eternity is the moment of cognition.
I'm really drawn toward work that is trying to capture what it's like to think now and to live now.
All objects whether pleasant, unpleasant or neutral, are mere appearances to the mind just like things experienced in a dream
Boredom and restlessness are deeply related. Whenever you feel boredom, then you feel restlessness. Restlessness is a by-product of boredom.
Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity.
A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.
The thing of which the act of perception is the perception is experienced as something not mental.
Whenever you get deja vu that means you're on the right path. I get it, like, more than ten times a year.
