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The choices we make, determine our destiny
Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Fate Marches on, demanding we find our destinies
Unheard-of combinations of circumstances demand unheard-of rules.
Destiny is a series of choices
Life consists of a string of decisions.
Spontaneous storms, and changes in color that were not tied to changes in wind speeds, and fractal borders, bounded infinities scrolling inside each other. We were looking at a mind thinking. A mind feeling.
The woodwind glissando of the whale's cry.
The one who speaks dominates; the one who listens controls.
They use force, to make you do, what the deciders, have decided you must do.
Simply making decisions, one after another, can be a form of art
Small to greater matters must give way.
Music is structure out of Chaos
The choices we make within the boundaries of the twists of fate determines who we are
We have learned that beneath the surface of an ordinary everyday normal casual conscious existence there lies a vast dynamic world of impulse and dream, a hinterland of energy which has an independent existence of its own and laws of its own: laws which motivate all our thoughts and our actions.
Ideas and thoughts collide and sort themselves out in these fruitful collisions.
Learning to savor the vertigo of doing without answers or making do with fragmentary ones opens up the pleasures of recognizing and playing with patterns, finding coherence within complexity, sharing within multiplicity.
What influences, directs, or determines, the mind or will, to such a conclusion or choice as it does form?
A fluid choice, the choice of fantasy, is poured out on the ground and instantly hardens; it has taken its undeniable shape.
A well-trained mind directs circumstance.
Streams of consequence flow from every action, and from every conflict there are two paths by which events may go.
Every day, each of us makes a multitude of choices that will impact our lives ... the quality of our choices will dictate whether we will struggle in frustration or live an extraordinary life
the life of our dreams.
In politics a capable ruler must be guided by circumstances, conjectures and conjunctions.
Desires dictate our priorities, priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions.
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Rise & set, ebb & flow; the rhythms of our world.
All thoughts emit a throw of dice
Structure ignites spontaneity. Limits yield intensity. When we play ... by our self-chosen rules, we find that containment of strength amplifies strength.
Your divine design dictates your future direction.
Decisions decide destiny, there is no action without decision
Order is the cipher by which Mind speaks to mind in the midst of chaos.
We find ourselves in a thicket of strategic complexity, surrounded by a dense mist of uncertainty.
Expectations create and shape reality.
There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own influences.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Fire and Water are archetypes, the split sides of consciousness; one aware, the other, not. The two parts of us that desire synthesis, yet resist it: the self and the shadow. But they are also the element of chance, of the random roll of dice.
To decide to reach for this blue and not that one, to switch styles or subject matter, to move, in the middle of a sentence, in one direction or another, to commit to this book when that one is also calling, are the sorts of choices that artists must make if they are to function.
When you accurately perceive the fluidity of things, you can also begin to perceive the constancy behind them: the creative, transformative, boundless, immutable Tao.
A man often thinks he rules himself, when all the while he is ruled and managed; and while his understanding directs one design, his affections imperceptibly draw him into another.
Life is improvisation.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
Whoever controls information, whoever controls meaning, acquires power
A creative train of thought is set off by: the unexpected, the unknown, the accidental, the disorderly, the absurd, the impossible.
We design our lives through the power of choices.
There is a time when we must firmly choose the course which we will follow or the endless drift of events will make the decision for us.
A breath of will blows eternally through the universe of souls in the direction of Right and Necessity. It is the air which all intellects inhale and exhale, and it is the wind which blows the worlds into order and orbit.
Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.
The grand style follows suit with all great passion. It disdains to please, it forgets to persuade. It commands. It wills.
Whoever can do as he pleases, commands when he entreats.
In life, as in dreams, however, things often go by contraries
Knowledge knocks on the door of action. If it receives a reply, it stays. Otherwise, it departs.
Civilization is a network and a maze of precedences and custom.
Whenever we have seen a crevice in the crust of convention, we have called attention to it, because we have hoped for a force underneath, which will someday come to light.
There are rhythms in the world waiting for words to be written to them.
Decisions are the frequent fabric of our daily design.
The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.
Creativity is choice-making.
Force is camouflaged by consents; the consent is brought about the methods of mass suggestion.
your life tells the story of which forces control you!
Constraint inspires creativity
Trees are swayed by winds, men by words.
Just as ripples radiate from the place where a stone is thrown into a pool of water, our sometime-unconscious thoughts, feelings, emotions, and beliefs create the "disturbances" in the field that become the blueprints for our lives.
Life in turn organises itself along deep, observable tendrils that do not speak of discrete, careful, artistic intervention, rather scream of haphazard chance and the emergency of survival.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed. The imagination must be given not wings but weights.
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.
Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.
The map of what we call reality is an ever-shifting mosaic of ideas.
During times like these, the wise are influential.
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly.
Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.
Movements- driven by such unexpected need, fueled by such a relentless desire, and crashing into unimaginable possibilities.
Order and creativity are complementary.
Each action contains its opposite. Each action contains the shadow-trace of the choice not made, the seeds of infinite variation. Each choice, once made, trips contingencies, alternatives; each choice breeds its own universe.
Design is the conscious effort to impose a meaningful order
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This world is inescapably linked to the motions of the worlds above. All power in this world is ruled by these options.
How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.
In this way, metaphorically speaking, a strong lens applied to Mrs. Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed.
We have penetrated far less deeply into the regularities obtaining within the realm of living things, but deeply enough nevertheless to sense at least the rule of fixed necessity ... what is still lacking here is a grasp of the connections of profound generality, but not a knowledge of order itself.
Free-form games in which the player can make choices about what the game is going to be, become a kind of gaming equivalent of the narrative possibility.
Even in chaos, there is order, purpose, and strange meaning that invites - but often thwarts - our investigation and our understanding.
You shape your own destiny.
Our power of thin-slicing and snap judgment are extraordinary.but even the giant computer in our unconscious need a moment to do its work.
You conquer fate through thought
The commands of democracy are as imperative as its privileges and opportunities are wide and generous. Its compulsion is upon us.
predictably unpredictable
The creative process is mysterious; a conversation, a ride in the car, or a melody can trigger something.
Circumstance - which moves by laws of its own, regardless of parties and policies, and whose decrees are final and must be obeyed by all - and will be
Somewhere in the distance, the synchronic circles of our pasts had tripped a domino, and the steady whirr had grown till it now drowned with the roar of contingency
That order generated without design can far outstrip plans men consciously contrive
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Combinatorics, a sort of glorified dice-throwing.
QUESTION: Who governs the governors?
ANSWER: Entropy.
Choosing to honor the tidal nature of life, I do not push for artificial solutions born of haste and indiscretion. I allow the universe to unfold with divine timing. I attune myself to the tempo of my highest good.
All the dizzy and colossal things conceded depend upon one small thing withheld. All the wild and whirling things that are let loose depend upon one thing that is forbidden.
There are tales that rise like the early sun, breathe, and take on a life of their own. There are ones that flow quietly and effortlessly until time forsakes them, but there are others that fight until they find their way to the edge of reality, as if coming straight out of a dream.
Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.
Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
Some of us, for better or worse, develop very stable, consistent, and largely predictable machineries of self. But in others, the self machinery is more flexible and more open to unexpected turns.
Creativity is as much about order against freedom; control versus rebellion; organisation against disorder as it is about straightforward imagination.
Defiance through compliance.