What would it be like, I wondered, to live with that heightened sensitivity to the lives given for ours? To consider the tree in the Kleenex, the algae in the toothpaste, the oaks in the floor, the grapes in the wine; to follow back the thread of life in everything and pay it respect? Once you start, it’s hard to stop, and you begin to feel yourself awash in gifts.
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and The Teachings of Plants
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and The Teachings of Plants
At the same time, I sense my life passing as if it were the life of another person [...] As my life passes, I may begin to suspect that I am not what I believe. I am a being who is asleep, a being with no consciousness of himself [...] My functions—my thoughts, feelings and movements—work without direction [...] I live in my own narrow, limited world commanded by associations from all my subjective impressions. This is a prison to which I always return—my prison.
George Gurdjieff, The Reality of Being
George Gurdjieff, The Reality of Being
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The Color of Pomegranates (1969) dir. Sergei Parajanov
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