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He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. -Anais Nin.
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from read more
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.
Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.
Love is not blind; it simply enables one to see things others fail to see.
It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there read more
It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals. -Charles Kuralt.
Preconcieved notions are the locks on the door to wisdom. -Merry Browne.
Preconcieved notions are the locks on the door to wisdom. -Merry Browne.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. -George Bernard Shaw.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world. -George Bernard Shaw.
A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
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A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
An airplane pulls a drag of cloud.
muffled thunder.
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
