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The brief span of an individual life is misleading.Each one of us is as old as the entire biological kingdom, and our bloodstreams are tributaries of the great sea of its total memory.The uterine odyssey of the growing foetus recapitulates the entire evolutionary past, and its central nervous system is a coded time scale, each nexus of neurones and each spinal level marking a symbolic station, a unit of neuronic time.
—J.G Ballard
The Drowned World
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Your mind is the knife that cuts the continuum of space and time into neat slices of linear experience.
At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world’s rivers, between your bones and the chalk cliffs of Dover.
—Deepak Chopra
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For intervals, then, throughout our lives we savor a concurrence, the great blending of our chance selves with what sustains all chance.
We ride the wave and are the wave.
And with renewed belief inner and outer we find our talk turned to prayer, our prayer into truth: for an interval, early, we become at home in the world.
—William Stafford
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