The doors to his father’s experiences and memories that had thus far been wide open for all of Sikander’s life had now closed, in a single moment and without warning. Javed’s memories, his experiences, all of them were gone; vanished into oblivion and beyond the reach of all existence.
Any one instance of existence involves the notion of other existences, connected with it and yet beyond it.Alfred North Whitehead, Modes of Thought (via hyperboreanvoyager)
Man lives constantly “in an image”; it governs his decisions, and shapes his mentality. He can never rid himself of an old image until he has acquired a new one and has made it completely his own.Oswald Spengler, Pessimism? (via 01030104)
Now constantly there is the sound,
quieter than rain,
of the leaves falling.
Under their loosening bright
gold, the sycamore limbs
Now the only flowers
are beeweed and aster, spray
of their white and lavender
over the brown leaves.
The calling of a crow sounds
that the life of summer falls
silent, and the nights grow.
We live in time - it holds us and molds us - but I never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing - until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.The Sense of an Ending, Julian Barnes
Do we really dieW. G. Sebald (via anorecsia)
That is not dead which can eternal lie,H. P. Lovecraft (via deathlesssongs)
And with strange aeons even death may die.
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears.Albert Camus, “The Rebel” (via lifeinpoetry)
Rather than being your thoughts and emotions, be the awareness behind them.Eckhart Tolle (via ikaches)
I began thinking of how my own hands work upon a body. How they do things both beautiful and awful—to gently trace a throat in one moment, to hold it tightly in another—a type of sweet wreckery that makes me feel godlike and helpless all at once. -Natalie Diaz, on These Hands, If Not Gods (via violentwavesofemotion)
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.Anatole France (via hollowstimulation)
When you walk through a forest that has not been tamed and interfered with by man, you will see not only abundant life all around you, but you will also encounter fallen trees and decaying trunks, rotting leaves and decomposing matter at every step. Wherever you look, you will find death as well as life. Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work. Molecules are rearranging themselves. So death isn’t to be found anywhere. There is only the metamorphosis of life forms. What can you learn from this? Death is not the opposite of life. Life has no opposite. The opposite of death is birth. Life is eternal.Eckhart Tolle (via felicefawn)