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We have a fictional "I" that we try to love and protect. We spend most of our life playing this futile game. "What will happen? How will it go? Will I get something out of it?" I, I, I - it's a mind game of illusion, and we are lost in it.
Ignominy thirsts for consideration.
Someone has to dot God's i's.
The majority of men are curtailed "I's"; what was planned by nature as a possibility capable of being sharpened into an I is soon dulled into a third person.
The quality of owning freezes you forever in "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we.
Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity.
I' is Absolute; it has been possessed by the ghosts of 'my'!
In loquaciousness lay insanity.
The isms go, the ist dies, art remains
The unearthly arrogance of the nonexistence.
Me, myself and I.
When you abide in the I you're abiding in the ego. The I is really the ego, the small I. It turns into the Self eventually.
Death is unbearable unless you can get beyond the I.
The more I go into I, the more I fall out of I.Fall-- Ken Wilber
Identity is this incredible invisible force that controls your whole life. It's invisible, like gravity is invisible, but it controls your whole life.
[I]t would be a niceness that was enforced leniently, patiently and gracefully, with the sort of unflappable self-certainty [they] couldn't help displaying when all its statistics proved that it really was doing the right thing.
An epic simplicity
Of all the thoughts that rise in the mind, the thought 'I' is the first thought.
Intellect really exists in its products; its kingdom is here.
Uniconsciousess is a consciousness and awareness that everything, everyone, every beauty, every life, and every thought arises from the same thing. We are one. We are different expressions of one.
We, the garden of technology. We, undecidable.
Its strangeness is, we might say, due to its very reality, to the very fact that there is existence. The questioning of Being is an experience of Being in its strangeness
The linking of rationality with mysticism, knowability with what is unknown, makes it a powerful fetish that offers its programmers and users alike a sense of empowerment, of sovereign subjectivity, that covers over-barely-a sense of profound ignorance.
In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.
This god, this one word: I.
Look at that battle you are involved in; you are caught in it: you are it.
The suddenness of it all. And the permanence. The lonely reality of the truth.
elegance and euphoria
It is what it is. It, meaning terrorism. Terrorism is what it is,
Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism.
What's with the "iMagic" name change?' I said without preamble.
'Industrial Magic was a bit of a mouthful,' he explained. 'Besides, putting an "i"in front of anything makes it more hip and current.
Never to despise in myself what I have been taught
to despise. Nor to despise the other.
Not to despise the it. To make this relation
with the it: to know that I am it.
stuff and nonsense
Once you can name something, you're conscious of it. You have power over it. You're in control. You own it.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
To me, everything in the world comes down to two categories: "about-ness" and "is-ness". "About" represents or describes something, while "Is" is the thing itself.
I've sort of heard that 'it' girl thing, but not really. Hearing it from a few people doesn't solidify it in my mind and I wouldn't know how to solidify that title. It's so elusive and what does it mean, I don't know?
Individuation is to divest the self of false wrappings.
Strangeness which is the essence of beauty is the essence of truth, and the essence of the world. I have often felt that; when the ascent of a long hill brought me to the summit of an undiscovered height in London; and I looked down on a new land.
Do you ever get tired of singing "I,I,I,I,I,I,I"?'Jerry asks me.
'I?'is the indignant reply.
When the basis for your actions is inner alignment with the present moment, your actions become empowered by the intelligence of life itself.
Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.
Dimension, Existence, Culture and Identity all splinter and are left behind.
Pink Sound, brothers and sisters. Pinkness. It's dark. It's... flat. It is unexplainable... it is peaceful... it is love...
...it is...
Without style, there can be no identity.
How many times do we say, or hear others say, "I'd like to but I just don't have the will power?" Who are these two 'I's' that are contracting each other?
I'm not a thing. I'm not an it. I'm a person. I am a her. - Stephanie (the reflection)
Technophillia is our natural state: we love our object and follow where they lead.
It a heasy t'ing to live for de lightnin' crack hillumination of possession.
It heasy to hide in de dark o' faith, pretendin' dat anyt'in' dat skitter an' scuttle in de night is jus' bad himagination.
It a heasy t'in' jus' to stay where you at. Grow roots. Vegetate. Be a potato.
The one: how it is (what it, Being, is) and also how not-Being (is) impossible. This is the pathway of grounded trust,
I
this thought which is called I
is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.
Banality is sometimes striking.
It's a beautiful word. If is a key to any locked door.
The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.
Commonplaceness, the surrender to the average, that good which is not bad but still the enemy of the best - That is our besetting danger.
Suppose you turn your attention inward in search of this 'I'. You may encounter nothing more than an ever changing stream of consciousness, a flow of thoughts and feelings in which there is no real self to be discovered.
I feel a near passion for intelligence at grips with itself and not letting go.
Elegance is refusal.
Our element is unending immaturity.
Possession, belonging, repetition.
Concentration, the suspension of time, an unobtrusive wit.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
Wisdom, which is the habit of distinguishing appearance from reality.)
Good sense alone is a sedate and quiescent quality, which manages its possessions well, but does not increase them; it collects few materials for its own operations, and preserves safety, but never gains supremacy.
A man's integrity and novelty is his identity.
There is the refusal of style and the refusal of sentimentalism, there is this desire for clarity ...
Tedium and ennui are the demons of modernity. These haunt us when the routines fail, the narratives dissolve, and time disintegrates (p. 718).
Whether you listen to a piece of music, or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug, or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own.
Intelligence is the seeing of what is.
You know,
That the only difference,
Between, you n' I,
Is the flavour, of choice,
And the dimension, of thoughts,
Through the desire, of our eyes,
In short: Write the way people think. Nike knew what it was doing when it coined the slogan "Just do it." Grammatically, this phrase makes no sense. Your high-school English teacher would scold the copywriter for not being clear about the antecedent for "it.
The beauty of being!
the simplicity that comes from conquering complexities, not ignoring them.
It's a thingy! A fiendish thingy!
Pure no-thing-ness is conscious intelligence.
properispomenon.
Each man must have his I; it is more necessary to him than bread; and if he does not find scope for it within the existing institutions he will be likely to make trouble.
We all carry it within us: supreme strength, the fullness of wisdom, unquenchable joy. It is never thwarted, and cannot be destroyed.
They've listed my name in the dictionary - 'Imeldific' is used to mean ostentatious extravagance ... But the truth will prevail.
Men's fashion has a certain heaviness in the fabrics and construction. But also there is a heaviness in the mentality.
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 ...
The Feeling Being
We embrace those things that make us unique or odd. For only in these things can we locate and then develop our most individual abilities.
Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!
Authenticity is a choice we make about who we want to be that inspires our greater aliveness.
Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.
To say "I" is to draw a circle in which writer and reader share a common existence within the margins of the page, where reality and unreality rub off each other, where words and what the words name contaminate each other.
constructions, and I
With the arrival of the new comes the need to overcome fascination with novelty in order to approach substance and sophistication - a sophistication born of subtlety and depth of perception, not complexity and perceived virtuosity.
Willpower and dedication are good words' Roland remarked 'There's a bad one, though, that means the same thing. That one is obsession
Our intelligence is imperfect, surely, and newly arisen; the ease with which it can be sweet-talked, overwhelmed, or subverted by other hardwired propensities - sometimes themselves disguised as the cool light of reason - is worrisome.
Passionately obsessed by anything we love
an avalanche of magic flattens the way ahead, levels, rules, reasons, dissents, bears us with it over chasms, fears, doubts. Without the power of that love ...
An egoless acceptance of stuckness is a key to an understanding of all Quality.
Fear of aesthetics is the first sign of powerlessness
grandeur that few people ever
Immaturity is the incapacity to use one's intelligence without the guidance of another.
There is a quickness of perception in some, a nicety in the discernment of character, a natural penetration, in short, which no experience in others can equal ...
To seek the timeless way we must first know the quality without a name. There is a central quality which is the root criterion of life and spirit in a man, a town, a building, or a wilderness. This quality is objective and precise, but it cannot be named.
Ixion exists as an antidote to the rules and conventions of other places. We believe that indulging in pleasure will make better people. Self-denial and discipline and virtue are all myths invented to control you.
All in the world know the beauty of the beautiful, and in doing this they have (the idea of) what ugliness is;
Whoever wants the "I" to yield up its mysterious and tremendous secret must stop it from looking perpetually in the mirror, must stop the little ego's fascination with its own image.