Ideas are not products, as much as corporations would like them to be. Ideas are intersections between ourselves and something else, whether that’s a book, a conversation with a friend, or the subtle suggestion of a tree. Ideas can literally arise out of clouds (if we are looking at them). That is to say: ideas, like consciousness itself, are emergent properties, and thinking might be more participation than it is production. If we can accept this view of the mind with humility and awe, we might be amazed at what will grow there.
we never get the same thing twice. Even so, we want to relive certain feelings and keep certain people. We make bargains, praying to return. Hoping it’ll feel the same way again.
"I argue for a view of the self and of identity that is the opposite of the personal brand: an unstable, shapeshifting thing determined by interactions with others and with different kinds of places."
[laugh until you cry] moments are so important, because the turn from collective connection into an intense experience of (personal, maybe individualized) pathos is rare and precious.
the type of emotion I'm striving towards is something deeply moving, the stuff of a good story. while in design this might not be as direct — maybe it takes the form of a pleasant, soft surprise — I believe that through writing I can be honest.
I think it was an On Being episode with Mary Oliver, or maybe "I like my poems, they're as good as rocks," that I'm envisioning now — a phrase or question that's worthy of being 随身携带, carried around in a pocket close to the heart.
i want to remember those who are afraid of being left behind
As vital as physical silence is for opening up the depth of the present moment, silence does much more than simply tiptoe around; its essence has little to do with the absence of sound waves. For Silence has no opposite. Its embrace is wide and generous enough to receive all, both sound and the absence of sound. The practice of contemplation gradually reveals the Silent Presence flowing through the mud and reeds and rushes of both noise and sound.
∆ Martin Laird, O.S.A., A Sunlit Absence: Silence, Awareness, and Contemplation
When Anaïs Nin said “I don’t want worship. I want understanding,” and when George Orwell said “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood,” and when Marina Tsvetaeva said “In my early childhood, for as long as I can remember, I thought that I wanted to be loved. Now I know and tell everyone: I don’t need love, I need understanding.”