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One of the salient facts of a self is that a person is constantly undergoing a series of actions in the immediacy of time that they must later reflect upon and synthesize new experiences, thoughts, feelings, and mental impression along with their latent memories into a collaborative sense of being.
That which knows all things and is known by none is the subject.
The known unseen within becomes structural in what is seen: a being functioning as a self, in person, in this world.
You are not a singular self. You are a corporation. Inside you is eternity. A human being is not so simple.
Let us create extraordinary words, on condition that they be put to the most ordinary use and that the entity they designate be made to exist in the same way as the most common object.
Find what is it that never sleeps and never wakes, and whose pale reflection is our sense of 'I'
The witness of the three states of consciousness [waking, dream and deep sleep] and of the nature of Existence-Consciousness-Bliss is the Self
[T]he object of any subject is nothing else than the subject's own nature taken objectively.
The self ... is not an organic thing that has a specific location, whose fundamental fate is to be born, to mature, to die; it is a dramatic effect arising diffusely from a scene that is presented.
Unrivalled not only in its class, but in a class by itself.
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
You are an endless conglomeration of awareness. You're not one singular self. You're a corporation.
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
Self is one, personal and impersonal.
But it is only on the personal level that one comes to know the Self.
When you know the Self, you realize there are two types of knowledge.
First is to know how to exist and second is to know the all-pervading spirit.
I have a clear view of 12 years of history of my inner self. First the cramped self, that self with big blinkers, then the disappearance of the blinkers and the self, now gradually the reemergence of a self without blinkers.
The Self is infinite. The Self is eternal. You are that Self. Beyond words, thoughts, ideas, forms and belief systems. There is nothing but the Self.
Existence precedes and rules essence.
I am the creature you have not seen. I am you. I am me. The echo unforeseen. Sometimes in front, sometimes behind, A constant companion, for we are entwined.
Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.
To see the object as in itself it really is
It is an empty room, that afterwards, a soledad, and it sits there at the center of a person's life and waits to be filled.
I am a moment illuminating eternity ... I am affirmation ... I am ecstasy.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
Something in the world forces us to think. This something is an object not of recognition but of a fundamental encounter.
In this moment there is no me, no him. Only us. One entity. One heart. One existence.
Solitude devastates me; company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.
I am thing that thinks: that is, a things that doubts,affirms, denies, understands a few things, is ignorant of many things, is willing, is unwilling, and also which imagines and has sensory perceptions.
The self is me, the me is I, and that's all that's left.
The Self is the heart, self-luminous. Illumination arises from the heart and reaches the brain, which is the seat of the mind. The world is seen with the mind; so you see the world by the reflected light of the Self.
The individual appears for an instant, joins the community of thought, modifies it and dies; but the species, that dies not, reaps the fruit of his ephemeral existence.
The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or it is that in the relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but that the relation relates itself to its own self.
That which exists through itself is called The Eternal. The Eternal has neither name nor shape. It is the one essence, the one primal spirit. Essence and life cannot be seen. They are contained in the light of heaven. The light of heaven cannot be seen. It is contained in the two eyes.
Awareness yields to itself, to its inherent creativity, to its expression in form, to experience itself.
I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.
This-the immediate, everyday, and present experience-is IT, the entire and ultimate point for the existence of a universe.
I'm nothing, not a single thing. The only particle I had, the only tiny thing raising me up, is that I was Ed Slaterton's girlfriend, loved by you for like ten secs, and who cares, so what, and not anymore so how embarrassing for me.
Everything shows me its face, its innermost being, its secret soul, which is more often silent than heard.
You are awareness disguised as a human being.
The self was both its origins and its journey.
Standing on the bare ground,
my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,
all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
An individual, a thing apart from its environment, and apart from all things in that environment; an individual was a type of thing for which symbols were inadequate, and so names were invented . I am invented. I am not a round warm blue room. I am someone in that room; I am -
The self plays among the waves of existence. It surfaces, it comes up for a while, and then it disappears again.
A sunstruck instant that existed now and forever.
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.
EXISTENCE, n. A transient, horrible, fantastic dream,/ Wherein is nothing yet all things do seem:/ From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge/ Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"
Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself
As when on some secluded branch in forest far and wide sits perched an owl, who, full of self-conceit and self-created wisdom, explains, comments, condemns, ordains and order things not understood, yet full of importance still holds forth to stocks and stones around - so sits and scribbles Mike.
A prototype is a question embodied
There is something obscure which is complete before heaven and earth arose; tranquil, quiet, standing alone without change, moving without peril. It could be the mother of everything. Not knowing its name, I call it Tao.
I grow aware of various forms of man and of myself. I am form and I am formless, I am life and I am matter, mortal and immortal. I am one and many
myself and humanity in flux.
a creature of impulse.
The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.
Here even the various mind-pleasing blossoming flowers, and attractive shining supreme golden houses, have no inherently existent maker at all. They are set up through the power of thought. Through the power of conceptuality the world is established
You are the Self, that perfect immutable Self. Nothing else exists. Nothing else ever existed. Nothing else will ever exist. There is only one Self and you are That. Rejoice!
Know thyself; this is the great object.
The Universe is the periodical manifestation of this unknown Absolute Essence.
The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world ...
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
The world of immediate experience the world in which we find ourselves living must be comprehended, transformed, even subverted in order to become that which it really is.
Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.
An epic simplicity
Everything must be like something, so what is this ike?
A human being is a spirit. But what is spirit? Spirit is the self. But what is self? The self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation's relating itself to itself in the relation.
The self is the modern substitute for the soul.
What a wonderfully complex thing! this simple seeming unity - the self!
What an incorrigible nonentity one must be to play only one role in life, to occupy only one place in society, to always mean one and the same thing!
The self is fundamentally an illusion arising as a reflection of the soul in matter, much as a clear lake at midnight reflects the moon.
Concrete experiences serve as the primary building blocks from which we extend our capacity for thought and give rise to more abstracted concepts.
We understand the new in terms of the known.
Affirmation: I am infinite and forever creation. I am timeless, unbound and span beyond space, time and gravity.
I am not my thoughts, feelings, circumstances of changing events in life, I am the awareness, the alertness, the changeless which remains present behind it.
In the infinite black space of ignorance, it is as if stands as the basic operation of cognition, the mark perhaps of consciousness itself. Human
The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.
Let your eyes transform what appears ordinary into what it is ... a moment in time; an observed fragment of eternity.
Julian Jaynes's theories for the nature of self-awareness, introspection, and consciousness have replaced the assumption of their almost ethereal uniqueness with explanations that could initiate the next change in paradigm for human thought.
The only true experience is of the immediate present
The self in the twentieth century is a voracious nought which expands like the feeding vacuole of an amoeba seeking to nourish and inform its own nothingness by ingesting new objects in the world but, like a vacuole, only succeeds in emptying them out.
All that exists is but the manifestation of the Supreme Being,
Awareness requires a rupture with the world we take for granted; then old categories of experience are called into question and revised.
I am the place in which something has occurred.
Once the current of awareness of the self is set afoot, it becomes everlasting and continuous by intensification.
You are not anyone or anything in particular. You are awareness itself. You don't have a particular form. You contain everything or you are contained by all things.
One challenge of growing up in the twenty-first century will be to acquire a self-definition that can encompass person and planet, socially constructed self and transcendent being, organism and machine.
Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience.
Awareness of the self is more acutely at the heart of things than it has ever been before. On the foundation of self-awareness alone rest all our hopes for a new politics, a new society, a revitalized life. If we do not genuinely know ourselves, the void will now, at last, surely rise up to meet us.
Today I am a lens, a pen, a gun.
p. 1 ... Before My Eyes ... look for it on 2.11.14
Turn thy gaze inward, wherein resides the Supreme Self.
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
A perception, sudden as blinking, that subject and object are one, will lead to a deeply mysterious understanding; and by this understanding you will awaken to the truth.
The individual - stupendous and beautiful paradox - is at once infinitesimal dust and the cause of all things.
Waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshipping the chest of drawers, worshipping solidity, worshipping reality, worshipping the impersonal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of ...
Awareness
There is a dark place.
A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words.
I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die.
But I can't.
The darkness and silence go on forever.
It is not a dream.
I don't dream.
Absence, the highest form of presence.
E was the only one in the world who understood the secret living thing that dwelt in he pit of my stomach ... the thing that reared its head from time to time to sear my insides with fear.
You are not really a noun; you are a verb. You are not really a person; you are a soul in action. You are your embryo, you are your baby, you are your child, you are your adult, and you are your spirit when you pass through this body through this lifetime.
When it is said that an object occupies a large space in the soul or even that it fills it entirely, we ought to understand by this simply that its image has altered the shade of a thousand perceptions or memories, and that in this sense it pervades them, although it does not itself come into view.
The Self is the one thing you can discover, not by travelling miles, but by being very still inside your own being and saying to the Supreme,
Yes, absorb me.
I am the leading strings of the ego and the prompter of its concepts.
The imaginative faculty of the soul must be fed with objects immense and eternal.
There has never been anything but the Self. There is no world, there is no time, there is no place, there is no condition. There is nothing and there can be nothing else.
The all-embracing vast being which is there behind the play of the universe and with which you will have to identify yourself - for this is your true self.