“I suggest you try transcendental meditation through which all things are possible.” In February of 1968, a year and a half before their final photo shoot, the Beatles traveled to India in order to meet and study with the famous guru Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, who had pioneered Transcendental Meditation.
“To approach someone else convincingly you must do so with open arms and head held high, and your arms can’t be open unless your head IS high.” Long before philosopher Daniel Dennett laid out his four rules for criticizing with kindness, the great Lebanese-born French writer Amin Maalouf addressed the key to intelligent dissent and effective criticism in a passage from In the Name of Identity: Violence and the Need to Belong (public library) — his altogether magnificent exploration of conflict and how we inhabit our selves.
“Reality met on its own terms demands … an ability to live on equal terms with the fleeting and the eternal, the hardly touchable and the fully possible…” Longing is one of those acutely reality-warping emotions that magnify their object — be it a person or an outcome — to astonishing proportions until it eclipses just about everything else in your landscape of priorities.
“To divine that wonderful arts lie hid behind trivial and childish things is a conception for superhuman talents.” Galileo Galilei (February 15, 1564–January 8, 1642) was born into a world without clocks, telescopes, or microscopes, where superstition and anthropocentrism moored the human mind in tyrannical dogma — a world that saw itself as the center of the universe.
“We are all tethered to our social worlds by invisible but steel strong wires.” Relationships, Adrienne Rich argued in her magnificent meditation on love, refine our truths.
A surprisingly poetic educational film about the ten basic cloud types and their distinct shapes, shades, and altitudes.
Why telling the truth is a supreme act of love and the most powerful antidote to violence. “The possibilities that exist between two people, or among a group of people,” Adrienne Rich wrote in her beautiful essay on lying and what “truth” really means, “are a kind of alchemy.
“Your situation, your condition, your opinions — throw them all away.” Although the internet may have originated the notion of trolling as an act of aggression, the undergirding human impulse is an ancient one.
“All love stories are frustration stories… To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn’t know you had.” Adrienne Rich, in contemplating how love refines our truths, wrote: “An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word ‘love’ — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.” But among the dualities that lend love both its electricity and its exasperation — the interplay of thrill and terror, desire and disappointment, longing and anticipatory loss — is also the fact that our pathway to this mutually refining truth must pass through a necessary fiction: We fall in love not just with a person wholly external to us but with a fantasy of how that person can fill what is missing from our interior lives.
“Human nature is to a significant degree the product of human design.” The organism we call culture — all of our art and literature and human thought — is in a constant symbiotic dance with human nature.
“The past only comes back when the present runs so smoothly that it is like the sliding surface of a deep river.” “The future enters into us,” Rilke wrote in a 1904 letter, “in order to transform itself in us long before it happens.” But the past also penetrates the present long after it has happened — and out of that dynamic dialogue we wrest the meaning of our existence as life courses through us from both directions.
“No artist is pleased… There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” “Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied,” Zadie Smith counseled in her ten rules of writing.
“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.” Dante’s poetry endures as one of our civilization’s most enchanting creations — so much so that it has inspired generations of artists to interpret and reimagine it, from William Blake’s breathtaking etchings for the Divine Comedy to Salvador Dalí’s sinister and sensual paintings for the Inferno.
“Discovery, like surprise, favors the well-prepared mind.” I’ve always held the art of discovery in higher regard than the art of invention.
“No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life.” “Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you?
“There was a wonderful sense in his writing of a fresh world opening, to which we were all attending… He has created out of his own upbringing a universe.” In his magnificent Nobel Prize acceptance speech, the late Irish poet, playwright, and translator Seamus Heaney (April 13, 1939–August 30, 2013) asserted that the task of poetry is to “persuade that vulnerable part of our consciousness.” Heaney himself was an uncommon master of this art of persuasion — a mastery which wife-and-husband filmmaker duo Elaine McMillon Sheldon and Kerrin Sheldon celebrate in this breathtaking cinematic homage for The New York Times.
“One cannot accumulate love.” “If we ever reach the point where we think we thoroughly understand who we are and where we came from,” Carl Sagan wrote in his meditation on science and spirituality, “we will have failed.” Between April and September of 1980, as Sagan’s Cosmos was making its debut and exactly half a century after Einstein’s famous dialogue with the Indian philosopher Tagore, trailblazing physicist David Bohm and Indian spiritual philosopher Jiddu Krishnamurti sat down for a mind-bending, soul-stretching series of conversations about some of the most abiding human concerns: time, transcendence, compassion, death, the nature of reality, and the meaning of existence.
What your brain’s chemical lullaby has to do with how screens are making you perennially tired. “Something nameless hums us into sleep,” the poet Mark Strand wrote in his beautiful ode to dreams.
“The search for meaning, much like the search for pleasure, must be conducted obliquely. Meaning ensues from meaningful activity: the more we deliberately pursue it, the less likely are we to find it.” “The sole purpose of human existence,” Carl Jung wrote in his notebooks, “is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” In a universe devoid of purpose in the human sense, in which we are but a cosmic accident, the darkness of mere being can easily overwhelm us — and yet we go on striking the match of meaning.
“Our meaning of happiness is constantly shaped and reshaped by small choices we make every day.” “One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy,” 25-year-old George Eliot wrote in an 1844 letter to a friend.