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Drawing on his reverence for nature and his reverence for music as the profoundest expression of nature, Whitman composes an invitation to listening that comes alive in this beautiful short film animated by Daniela Shere, narrated by Peter Blegvad, and produced by Massive Science founder Nadja Oertelt for Poetry of Perception — Harvard’s eight-part series exploring representations of sensation and perception through the literary and visual arts.

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What we perceive as space is the end result of visual information processing.

It is an approximation of space that is no different than the space you would see if you would wear a Virtual Reality headset. Slap on a VR and look at how it simulates space. The space you see in a VR is no different than the space you see in objective reality. Both are rendered approximations of space simulated by virtualization in the brain. All of that space doesn’t exist inside the brain so why does it overlay and seem to encompass such great distances if it’s all in your head?

This is part of the interface and how the mind has evolved the ability to process information. The mind produces a virtualization of space and projects an overlay to approximate the space as perceived by sensory constraints.

We never see true space as we have only ever observed the approximation of space through virtualization. And this is true for everything that you perceive. It is all an approximation and interpretation of information gathered by limited senses.


—Ian Wilson
Immersion Into the Human Experience

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This book is the story of the highest human thought, and how it is leaving behind materialism and the sensory domain and finally comprehending the supreme truth of existence – that we inhabit an immortal, indestructible mental Singularity outside space and time, and that the illusion of materialism is generated mathematically via holography.

—Mike Hockney
The Noosphere

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This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at
what you thought was your grief.


—Rumi

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be(coming

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Once every year, the Deer catch human beings. 

They do various things which irresistibly draw men near them; each one selects a certain man.

The Deer shoots the man, who is then compelled to skin it and carry its meat home and eat it.

Then the deer is inside the man. He waits and hides in there, but the man doesn't know it.

When enough Deer have occupied enough men, they will strike all at once.

The men who don't have Deer in them will also be taken by surprise, and everything will change some.

This is called "takeover from inside".

—Gary Snyder

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be light.

as minerals in the ground rise inside trees
and become tree,

as plant faces an animal

and enters the animal,

so a human

can put down the heavy

body baggage and

be light.


—Rumi
Coleman Barks version

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my heart

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My heart, sit only with those
who know and understand you.

Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.

In the bazaar of herbs and potions
don't wander aimlessly,
find the shop with a potion that is sweet.

If you don't have a measure
people will rob you in no time.

You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are real.

Don't fill your bowl with food from
every boiling pot you see.

Not every joke is humorous, so don't search
for meaning where there isn't one.

Not every eye can see,
not every sea is full of pearls.

My heart, sing the song of longing,
like nightingale.

The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.

First, lay down your head,
then one by one
let go of all distractions.

Embrace the light and let it guide you
beyond the winds of desire.

There you will find a spring and
nourished by its sweet waters
like a tree you will bear fruit forever.

  —Rumi

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take off from here

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There is no point in work unless it pre-occupies you as well as occupies you.
When you are only occupied, you are an empty shell.
A man needs to be independent at his work, so that he can put his own self into it.

When a man puts his own self into his work he is living, not merely working.

When men wove with their hands and their soul’s attention the cloth they wore, they lived themselves forth, like a tree putting out woven leaves and it made them happy, and the woven cloth of their hands came from them living like leaves from the tree of their life and clothed them with living leaves.

And as with cloth, so with all things, houses, shoes, wagons or cups, men used to put them forth sensitively like boughs, leaves, fruits, flowers from their tree of life, and villages, whole cities lived, lived as true bowers of men.

It will be so again, for man will smash all his machines again at last, and for the sake of clothing himself in his own leaf-like cloth, issued from his life and dwelling in his own bowery house, like a bird in a bush and drinking from the cups that have flowered from his own fingers he will cancel again these machines we have got.


—D.H. Lawrence

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Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night, dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast.

You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous.

Take off from here.

And don't be so earnest.

—Seamus Heaney

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Set your life on fire.

Seek those who fan your flames.

Who gets up early to discover the moment the light begins?

What was whispered to the rose to break it open last night was whispered to my heart.

You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine.

Taste this. It won’t make you wild.

It’s fire.

Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood.

Set your life on fire.

Seek those who fan your flames.

The lamps are different,

But the Light is the same.

To change, a person must face the dragon of his appetites with another dragon, the life-energy of the soul.

What is the body?

That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the entire universe.

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and attend them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off.

That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.

You haven’t dared yet lose faith - so, can faith grow in you?

Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

—Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī

this being human is a guest house

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build me a bowery house, please
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love flows down

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Love comes with a knife, not some 
shy question, and not with fears 
for its reputation! I say 
these things disinterestedly. Accept them 
in kind. Love is a madman 

working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, 
running through the mountains, drinking poison, 
and now quietly choosing annihilation. 

You've been walking the ocean’s edge, 
holding up your robes to keep them dry. 
You must dive naked under and deeper under, 
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down. 

The ground submits to the sky and suffers 
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse 
for giving in like that? 

Don’t put blankets over the drum! 
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear 
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur. 

Let the cords of your robe be untied. 
Shiver in this new love beyond all 
above and below. The sun rises, but which way 
does night go? I have no more words. 

Let soul speak with the silent 
articulation of a face.

—Jelalludin Rumi 1207 – 1273

Coleman Barks version

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quest(ions

 

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What in your life is calling you?

When all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?


—Rumi

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Through what roads and how did you find my soul?

Who taught you the steps that would lead you to me?

What flower, what stone, what smoke revealed my abode?


—Pablo Neruda
milky night

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You are all things, and all things are your soul. —Conrad Aiken from Preludes for Memnon (VIII)

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I am not this hair,

I am not this skin,

I am the soul that lives within.


—Rumi

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I have inside me the winds, the deserts, the oceans, the stars, and everything created in the universe.

We were all made by the same hand, and we have the same soul.


—Paulo Coelho
from The Alchemist

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love is a place

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Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and
right-doing, there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase
'each other'
doesn’t make any sense.


—Rumi

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love letters

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The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different.

—Hippocrates

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Your body is away from me, but there is a window open
from my Heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon,
I keep sending news secretly.

—Rumi

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close your eyes. fall in love. stay there. —Rumi

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No, you do not have a thousand years to live. Urgency is on you. 

So while you live, while you can, become good.

—Marcus Aurelius

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Mahmoud Al-Kurd
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a lover gambles every(thing

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The small ruby everyone wants has fallen out on the road.
Some think it is East of us, others West of us.
Some say ‘among primitive earth rocks’,
Others, 'in the deep waters.’

Kabir’s instinct told him it was inside,
And what it was worth –
And he wrapped it up carefully in his heart cloth.


—Kabir

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A lover doesn't figure the odds.

He figures he came clean from God
as a gift without a reason,
so he gives without cause
or calculation or limit.

A conventionally religious person
behaves a certain way
to achieve salvation.

A lover gambles everything, the self,
the circle around the zero! He or she
cuts and throws it all away.
This is beyond any religion.

Lovers do not require from God any proof,
or any text, nor do they knock on a door
to make sure this is the right street.
They run,
and they run.

—Rumi
Coleman Barks version

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This
Path to God
Made me such an old sweet beggar.

I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.

Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do

Is keep emptying out
My emerald-filled
Pockets

Upon
This tear-stained
World.


—Hafiz

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love is a place

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.


—Rumi

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Love, and do what you like! —Saint Augustine

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It is every intelligent man's experience ... wrong-doing recoils on the doer sooner or later. Why is this so?
Because the Self is one in all.

When seeing others you are only seeing yourself in their shapes.

'Love they neighbor as thyself' means that you should love him because he is your Self.


—Ramana Maharshi
S. S. Cohen, 15th August, 1948

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It’s rigged — everything, in your favor.
So there is nothing to worry about.

Is there some position you want,
some office, some acclaim, some
award, some con, some lover,
maybe two, maybe three, maybe four
— all at once,

maybe a relationship
with
God?

I know there is a gold mine in you, and when you find it
the wonderment of the earth’s gifts
you will lay aside
as naturally as does
a child with a
doll.

But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal:
comfort, fulfill yourself,
in any way possible — do that until
you ache, until you ache,

then come to me
again.


 —Rumi

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We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible. —Novalis (1772 - 1801)

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The phenomena of quantum physics tell us that the most important part of the world is invisible; that is, outside of the realm of your senses.


—Lothar Schafer
Infinite Potential

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Rather than the quantum realm being illusory, quantum physics points out that the appearance of the macroscopic, conventional world can be likened to a holographic optical illusion produced by the interaction of our sense faculties with quantum reality. 


—Paul Levy
Quantum Revelation

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Science shows us that the
visible world is neither
matter nor spirit;
the visible world is the invisible
organization of energy.


—Heinz Pagels

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Let the waters settle 

and you will see the moon and the stars
mirrored in your own being.

—Rumi (1207 - 1273)

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