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People always leave traces. No person is without a shadow.
I travel the world. I Take nothing but pictures, kill nothing but time and leave nothing but footprints.
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Nothing need be apprehended from this miserable adventurer.
We both know it is too tempting
to leave a trail wherever you go:
an echo into the dark screaming
'I was here, I was here and I took in
as much as I could.
We live lives that are waveforms constantly changing with time, now positive, now negative. Only at moments of great serenity is it possible to find the pure, the informationless state of signal zero.
So he has no head'
'Thats usually what headless means'
'No head at all?'
'Your really not getting the whole headless thing are you?'
'Its just kind of silly even for us ...
Nameless is my price.
The only place they registered at all was on a small black device called a Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic which winked away quietly to itself. It nestled in the darkness inside a leather satchel which Ford Prefect habitually wore slung around his neck.
The formless dimension of life is this moment. This moment is timeless and formless - the eternal itself.
The state of no being is pure.
Simplicity without a name
Is free from all external aim.
With no desire, at rest and still,
All things go right as of their will.
No matter how well you think you've hidden, you'll always leave behind a trace. And the more you try to hide that trace, the more obvious and troublesome it will become.
From the metaphysical point of view there is nothing that can touch the formless except the art of music which in itself is formless.
Come to me swiftly, carry no trace. Lift me softly, then flow and race.
On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet.
Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.
Mark my trail...
Creating a trail of things i wasn't able to tell you
There are no barriers
The changeless is what knows the change, the changeless is unconditioned
The world she was walking through was a pale nothingness, like a blank sheet of paper or an enormous, empty white room. It had no temperature, no smell, no texture and no taste.
In a true zero-defects approach, there are no unimportant items.
To Travel without moving an inch.
Nothingness haunts Being.
Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
All along the untrodden paths of the future, I can see the footprints of an unseen hand.
Perception through emptiness is existential, as the transience of all phenomena affirms the indivisibility of existence itself, before, within and behind all manifestation.
being disappeared who was protected by none, dear to none, interesting to none, and who never even attracted to himself the attention of those students of human nature who omit no opportunity of thrusting a pin through a common fly, and examining it under the microscope.
I am he that walks unseen.
Minimalism is the new extra mile.
The sage knows without traveling, perceives without looking, completes without acting.
*feels nothing* minimalism
If you write a whole line of zeros,it's still nothing, (Kira Alexandrovna)
transparent evasion exercises.
A traveler, the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling but does not care to record them.
A good Traceur trains until he/she gets it right. An excellent Traceur trains until he/she cannot get it wrong.
Nothing, my dear and clever colleague, is not your run-of-the-mill nothing, the result of idleness and inactivity, but dynamic, aggressive Nothingness, that is to say, perfect, unique, ubiquitous, in other words Nonexistence, ultimate and supreme.
When done well, software is invisible.
He left as silently as he'd come. Pierre LaManche favored crepe-soled shoes, kept his pockets empty so nothing jangled or swished. Like a croc in a river he arrived and departed unannounced by auditory cues. Some of the staff found it unnerving.
[S]elfless action, action done while free of a sense of self. Action in which you don't see yourself as separate from other things.
Writing is not destined to leave traces, but to erase, by traces, all traces, to disappear in the fragmentary space of writing more definitely than one disappears in the tomb.
Magic always leaves traces...
To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.
Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.
A missle lost Unprogrammed
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
An average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical awareness, inhales without awareness of odour or fragrance, and talks without thinking.
There is no terra incognito left.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Form and formless are intertwined in this world. The formless can only be expressed in form and form can only be thought with the formless.
Whatever trace you leave behind you, universe will eventually erase it!
No ID, no person
Linear's defeated form
The intangible reality rise.' ~ Wanderer
What is the government doing or not doing in terms of tracking you, following you, investigating you? And if you're suspicionless, it should be none of the above.
The key to creating a successful system is to make it as uncomplicated as possible.
We always leave a trail, Jude, whether we wish to or not.
I am just a human being - solid, needing food and drink, needing covering too - But I'm invisible. You see? Invisible. Simple idea. Invisible.
How noiseless falls the foot of time!
There are long stretches of time when I don't know what I am doing,
or what I have done - nothing mostly, but sometimes
it would be nice to know what kind of nothing that was ...
When Eddie Gray plays on snow, he doesn't leave any footprints.
There's always been a lot of information about your activities. Every phone number you dial, every credit-card charge you make. It's long since passed that a typical person doesn't leave footprints.
This policeman came up to me with a pencil and a piece of very thin paper. He said, "I want you to trace someone for me."
The world leaves no track in space, and the greatest action of man no mark in the vast idea.
Seeking nothing, emulating nothing, breathing gently, he moved in an atmosphere of imperishable calm, impresihable light, inviolable peace.
Never draw anything you can copy, never copy anything you can trace, never trace anything you can cut out and paste up.
Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.
Zero preparation gives zero results. 0x0= 0
Most trails can be fairly simple.
Olly-olly-oxen-free-- Jay Asher
Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, kill nothing but time.
Untouchability is a many-headed monster and forms, some of them so subtle as not to be easily detected.
He strode down the empty street, cleaving the low-lying mists that swirled like incandescent cloaks in the gaslight.
He acts without contact,instructs without meeting,guides without pointing.Desires do not conflict with Him,thoughts do not mingle with Him:His essence is without qualification (takyeef),His action without effort (takleef).
The best runner leaves no tracks. - Tao Te Ching
These tracks give to winter hill walking a distinctive pleasure. One is companioned, though not in time.
Every contact leaves a trace.Everyhting and everyone we touch is changed in some way.But the changes,they are never what we anticipate.
Destroy the traces. I'd never tried to do that. Instead I'd lived in their midst for thirty years, oblivious, a blind man fancying himself invisible.
Man follows only phantoms.
I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.
Locard's Exchange Principle and it says "every contact between a perpetrator and a crime scene leaves a trace.
We do not disappear without a trace. We leave a wake that never quite disappears, a gash in time that we so laboriously leave behind us.
A new tracker?" Boyd asked, blinking.
"An anklet," Carhart replied. "It will be more discreet."
Boyd stared at him. "More discreet? On a man?"
"Are you planning to wear a dress and high heels?" Carhart replied with an arched eyebrow.
I am glimmerless.
He is barefooted.
just like that, Thomas was alone
Let a slight snow come and cover the earth, and the tracks of men will show how little the woods and fields are frequented.
The emptiness, the way his heels rang on the asphalt,was satisfying, emphasised his aloneness. A man alone, alone late at night with no one to say he should be home in bed.
When shucked and released from its edges, the windowless subject stands alone as its own thing.
Something is lost, but a person does not know what it is; this feeling is indescribable in words, and therefore, it can be experienced only as the emptiness.
Paddy was just one of many wanderers on strange, lonely quests, striking out on mysterious missions, most of whom had left no traces.
A journey to nowhere also begins with a single step
Like any librarian in Reality, this daemon can move around without audible footfalls.
In the stream,
Rushing past
To the dusty world,
My fleeting form
Casts no reflection.
A machine does not care
In the smallest room
there's a flicker of light.
Your steps chase me to here
and my hearing follows them like a dog.
I listen
until I lose their tracks among the roads.
Although we leave traces of our personal lives with our credit cards and Web browsers today, tomorrow's mobile devices will broadcast clouds of personal data to invisible monitors all around us.
Even when we turn around, there are no footprints behind us ...
Nor the road we came along, nor the tune we hummed ...
When we die,
No-one will know it's happened