February 2011
43 posts
January 2011
68 posts
Bill Withers | I Don’t Want You On My Mind
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“spooky action at a distance...”
EN: Pretend I don’t know anything about quantum physics. Could you explain what a quantum superposition is? And how it relates to consciousness or microtubules?
SH: Quantum means, literally, the smallest fundamental unit of energy, like a photon—an indivisible unit of light. But behavior at the quantum level is bizarre. It’s so bizarre, it’s like another world. In fact reality seems to...
xx | VCR (Matthew Dear Remix)
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Brian Eno on Nothing
What would be really interesting for people to see is how beautiful things grow out of shit… Nobody ever believes [that it happens that way]. Everybody thinks that Beethoven had his string quartets completely in his head, that it somehow appeared there and formed in his head, and all he had to do was write them down… What would really be a lesson that everybody should learn is that… things...
Latin Playboys | Gone
“It doesn’t matter if the water is cold or warm if you’re going to...”
– Teilhard de Chardin
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Carlos Castaneda: Love of the World
“A warrior’s love is the world, the earth knows that a warrior loves it and it bestows on him its care. That’s why a warrior’s life is filled to the brim and his state, wherever he’ll be, will be plentiful. When a warrior roams on the paths of his love and, wherever he is, he is complete. This earth, this world. For a warrior there can be no greater love.”
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Carlos Castaneda: Love of the World
“A warrior’s love is the world, the earth knows that a warrior loves it and it bestows on him its care. That’s why a warrior’s life is filled to the brim and his state, wherever he’ll be, will be plentiful. When a warrior roams on the paths of his love and, wherever he is, he is complete. This earth, this world. For a warrior there can be no greater love.”
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They might be gossiping
about misty days —
horses in the field.
—Issa
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The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was...
