“You are entrusted with everything and entitled to nothing”
— Sufi proverb
“You are entrusted with everything and entitled to nothing”
— Sufi proverb
“Her nervous system had been through so much. She decided to spend the rest of her life calming the inflammation. Thoughts, feelings, memories, behavior, relations. She soothed it all with deep, Loving breaths and gentle practices. The softer she became with herself, the softer she became with the world, which became softer with her. She birthed a new generational cycle: Peace.”
— Dr. Jaiya John, Fragrance After Rain

“To take the measure of something does not guarantee that we will understand its meaning, in fact, it may very well prevent us from doing so.”
— L.M. Sacasas, ”Whose Time? Which Temporality?”
“What happens when you die? Well, we’re not completely sure. But the evidence seems to suggest that nothing happens. You’re just dead, your brain stops working, and then you’re not around to ask annoying questions anymore.”
— Ernest Cline, Ready Player One
“These thoughts are uncomfortable, but not dangerous,”
— Debra Kissen, How to Stop Feeling Anxious Right Now
“The system doesn’t stay with the difficult problem that produces unpleasant feelings. It’s conditioned somehow to move as fast as it can toward more pleasant feelings, without actually facing the things that’s making the unpleasant feeling.”
— David Bohm
“when i say i, i mean us
but i’m not sure it’s my place to talk for you”
“When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.”
— Vietnamese proverb

Thoreau always had two notebooks—one for facts, and the other for poetry. But he had a hard time keeping them apart, as he often found facts more poetic than his poems. They are, he said, translated from the language of the earth into that of the sky. Thoreau knew that the imagination uses facts to fabricate images and even delicate architectures. One summer night, looking up into the sky at a particularly beautiful, scintillating star, he thought perhaps another traveler somewhere else along the coast was, like him, looking up at that same star and said, ‘Of what unsuspected triangles are stars the apex?’”
— Jean Frémon, “Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Gloves”