We walk around and we're kind of asleep. We don't notice anything. We take everything for granted. We have the same little circle of thoughts going round and round in our head. Our grievances, our emo, our envy, our comparing what other people have. And we're not we're not awake. We're not. And so outside that interior bubble is this world that is strange, that is weird, that has these other qualities that are that are not what you think they are, right? And so the sublime is all around you and it's just a matter of waking up to it and getting out of the trance that you're in.
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The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to hope; and the man who has ceased to hope has ceased to live. For it is by the alternation of terror and desire that we keep alive the trembling flame of experience.
George Santayana — The Life of Reason
It is not by remorse for the past that we can repair our mistakes; it is by attention to the present, and by not repeating them.
Simone Weil — Waiting for God
Listen and learn. Time is divided into two rivers: one flows backward, devouring life already lived; the other moves forward with you exposing your life. For a single second they may be joined.
Pablo Neruda