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Rhythm is form cut into time.
Seeing, feeling, thinking, believing - these are the stages of how we change our style on the outside and our self-image on the inside.
Substance is enduring, form is ephemeral.
Power immobilizes; it freezes with a single gesture-grandiose, terrible, theatrical, or finally, simply monotonous-the variety which is life.
Life is a lively process of becoming.
It is when we are in transition that we are most completely alive.
These fourteen phases from full moon to new also have their result, and for the Egyptian consciousness this result was achieved through Isis. These fourteen phases are ruled by Isis.
abstract himself out of the moment
Fill the moment and find variety.
When I am thus able to be in process, it is clear that there can be no closed system of beliefs, no unchanging set of principles which I hold. Life is guided by a changing understanding of and interpretation of my experience. It is always in process of becoming.
Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts.
Style, is like a frog: you can dissect the thing, but it somehow dies in the process.
Everything is in flux: everything changes; the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.
Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots.
The transition is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even this wears off in time. What
Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkle from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then. Yet
Funk is the unending cycle of life,
A moment's beginning ends in a moment
Style is time's fool. Form is time's student
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not undermining days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In reaction and recoil,
Makes flames to freeze, and ice to boil.
stillness, the ruler of movement.
The mode by which the inevitable comes to pass is effort.
Play becomes joy, joy becomes work, work becomes play.
The delicacy, the impermanence, the emptiness of mind states. Just like the weather, they blow in and out. Good mood. Bad mood. Tranquil mood. Frazzled mood [p. 105].
It is, of course, a trite observation to say that we live "in a period of transition." Many people have said this at many times. Adam may well have made the remark to Eve on leaving the Garden of Eden.
A view of nature as dense and nonlinear is at the core of our contemporary science. Process and order emerge subtly.
The first stage of this tranquility consists in silencing the lips when the heart is excited. The second, in silencing the mind when the soul is still excited. The goal is a perfect peacefulness even in the middle of the raging storm.
One of the aspects of form that I have been very interested in is stasis - the concept of form which is not so directional in time, not so much climactic form, but rather form which allows time, to stand still.
Those who act on excitement act intermittently; this is hardly the way to avoid regression. Those whose understanding comes from emotional perceptions are as confused as they are enlightened; this is not a lamp that is constantly bright.
I reel in an uncanny intoxication of emotions, on minute bewildered and then frightened then the next, I swing from exhaustion to mania, from depression to tranquility and beneath it all, excitement fizzes as if my blood is filled with gas.
The change "grief cycle", for some people, may be excitement, enthusiasm, engagement, effort, and excellence.
Imagine yourself standing on a shore: waves rhythmically rising, rising, and then suddenly they stay there, they set, they freeze.
People are subject to moods, to temptations and fears, lethargy and aberration and ignorance, and the staunchest qualities shift under the stresses and strains of daily life.
Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure
The bastion of sensation. Do not waver
Into language. Do not waver in it.
Our life moves in a cycle of construction and destruction. Ideas and phases; come, we implement, and then we let go.
Age either transfigures or petrifies.
A human being tends to believe that the mood of the moment, be it troubled or blithe, peaceful or stormy, is the true, native, and permanent tenor of his existence.
One of the marvels of personality is its resistance to prediction. One man's paralyzing trauma is another man's invitation to take control of his life; one woman's grounds for insanity is another woman's ground to a dramatic shaping of self.
We are a pattern that changes slowly but has stability and continuity, even though the stuff constituting the pattern changes quickly.
If everybody floated with the tide of talk, placidity would soon end in stagnation. It is the strong>strongstrong> backward stroke which stirs the ripples, and gives animation and variety.
There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing
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Dramatic experience is not logical; it may be subdued to the kind of coherence that we indicate when we speak, in criticism, of form.
It is the nature of the world of form that nothing stays fixed for very long - and so it starts to fall apart again. Forms dissolve; new forms arise. Watch the clouds. They will teach you about the world of form.
When one is not expressing himself, he is not free. thus, he begins to struggle and the struggle breeds methodical routine. Soon, he is doing his methodical routine as response rather than responding to what is.
The mind-speech and body remain 'effective', the outer environment is also 'effective' and when the Self (Soul) remains 'un-effective'; that is the ultimate stage!
The change from storm and winter to serene and mild weather, from dark and sluggish hours to bright and elastic ones, is a memorable crisis which all things proclaim. It is seemingly instantaneous at last.
Life is lived on levels and arrived at in stages.
This is the nature of going forward into being: A series of self-transforming ascents of level.
Like the ocean that remains calm in its depths even when waves rage over its surface, and like the sun that continues shining on high even during storms, we can at each moment create value and develop our state of life, enjoying our existence to the fullest in times of both suffering and joy.
The pleasurable qualities associated with the previous ego phase, once that system is outgrown, become painful for the ego of the next phase.
Composition is frozen improvisation.
All marriages have their phases.
Dynamism is a function of change.
Style requires digesting who we are.
In moments of crisis our thoughts do not run consecutively but rather sweep over us in waves or intuition and experience ...
We have in fact entered upon the final phase ... , the darkest period of this dark age, the state of dissolution from which there is to be no emerging except through a cataclysm, since it is no longer a mere revival which is required, but a complete renovation.
Any person or system exposed to ceaseless novelty and change risks falling into chaos; but one that is too rigid or static ceases to grow and eventually dies. This never-ending dance between change and stability is like the anchor and the waves.
The world that we live in is made up of two phases, the real world and the fantasy world
Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.
A more significant phase should mean serious political dialogue.
...Gradation; gradation; and then a sudden leap...
Often in the case of these sudden transformations one can prove that an archetype has been at work for a long time in the unconscious, skilfully arranging circumstances that will unavoidably lead to a crisis.
Chapter 2: Thought Waves and Their Process of Reproduction
It is a quintessential example of the whirling kinetics that drive a Keaton film, in which not just the medium but the human body- the permutations of the sinews, the shock of the limbs -seems infinitely elastic, an unruly instument to be wilded with a cheeky kind of grace.
Life dances on the moment.
In our instinctive attachments, our fear of change, and our wish for certainty and permanence, we may undercut the impermanence which is our greatest strength, our most fundamental identity. Without impermanence, there is no process. The nature of life is change. All hope is based on process.
Like most conversations and most chess games, we all start off the same and we all end the same, with a brief moment of difference in between. Fertilization to fertilizer. Ashes to ashes. And we spark across the gap.
Each one had marked, as it were, the inauguration of a new phase in her life. She did not believe that things could present themselves in the same way in different places, and since the portion of her life lived had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.
Mind alone remains stable, and watches the chaos of phenomena, and knows that there is a plastic unity of existence - a changeless harmony - behind the everchanging.
There is something fluid about [packs] during the course of any individual manifestation. [p. 127]
Life runs in a narrow path to balancing act, convincing tact, and satisfying fact.
And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression ... dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance
The transition state of manners and language cannot be too often insisted upon: for this affected the process at both ends, giving the artist in fictitious life an uncertain model to copy and unstable materials to work in.
Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.
This is the process of mental analysis, sifting through the selves, sifting through your thoughts, practicing mindfulness, learning to control thought.
Life is a sandwich of activity between two periods of bed-wetting,
All the repetitions in the pattern were superficial; the moment was always new. It had to be lived, and then the next moment embraced as it arrived.
that's crumbling back into
Life shifts, sometimes shakes like an earthquake.
It's all about balance and, I think, being in the moment.
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton
I knew that in the last
few minutes everything had
changed. I'd tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out
bits and pieces of who I
was. But that only works for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments
can't help but make a
whole.
When time and emotions gel, a new awareness forms.
Breathe. Think. Breathe again. Do.
The world is so unpredictable.
Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly.
We want to feel we are in control of our own existence.
In some ways we are , in some ways we are not ...
Trance is fragile.
Psychoanalysis feeds on intensity, as though life were all flame and no ash.
Freeze or panic.
SHINee are 'transformers' because we are constantly changing!
This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.
You could never know when everything might change - a mood, a decision, a blanket. A life. They
Character develops itself in the stream of life.
We start trying to use defusion as a control strategy, as a way of trying to make our experience different than it is.
Transition is the natural process of disorientation and reorientation that marks the turning points in the path of growth ... transitions are key times in the natural process of self-renewal
I see something - some conjunction of forms - which dominates all others. There is a sudden recognition that in what I have been looking at there is contained a unique series of rhythms ... A shiver down the spine arrives to prove the validity of such an encounter.
The sexual stage invites lovers to become whoever they want, enticed with endless possibilities of characters, roles, situations and scenarios to play-act. It is a chance for us to trade in our self-imposed labels and everyday identity for something a little more adventurous.
We laugh, we sing, we dance, we love, we hate, we triumph and strive for joys that turn to ashes in the mouth, and all the time the divine phenomenon of life is working out its completion beneath those shadowy appearances of things real.
The nature of peoples is first crude, then severe, then benign, then delicate, finally dissolute.
When you can become completely impassive in play, then you become fluid and completely unpredictable. No one knows, including yourself, what you will do next. You couldn't even explain it.