perception

Love is the perception of perfection beyond the protection of our projection.

To see through the illusion of duality, remember that fear and darkness have no substance in themselves, for they do not indicate the presence of a second universal force, but are only names given to the one Light unperceived.

The shortest interval between two points is the awareness that they are not two.

We do not see things as they are, nor do we even see them as we are, but only as we believe our story to have been.

What if the differences between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?" I speculated such a suggestion could be seen as a serious deviancy. Melphi seemed delited. "Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Melphi relplied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.

Through mastering the means of perception, the promise of who you are in physical form is opened with an increasing opportunity for fulfilment.

Most people like mirrors; what they do not like, is people, who are mirrors.

We are not at the center of ourselves, but instead _ like the Earth in the Milky Way, and the Milky Way in the universe _ far out on a distant edge, hearing little of what is transpiring.

Every living creature on this planet, has a conscious subjective perspective of the world. The plants may seem to us as standing indifferent to the human sufferings, but even they have their own unique mental universe. They have their own way of interacting with the environment.

Our mistakes rewire our brain and open up new gateways of perception.

Perception is like painting a scenery - no matter how beautifully you paint, it will still be a painting of the scenery, not the scenery itself.

Say, there is a book written by Tolstoy sitting right there on the table. To our unique human consciousness, the reality of the papers in the book, is infinitely different from the valuable literature that they possess. For the kind of consciousness possessed by the bug which eats those papers, literature is non-existent, yet for the Human Consciousness, literature has a greater value of truth than the papers themselves.

Its not the eyes, that makes the visualization of the external world possible, but its the perception out of the awareness field. Your eyes are the same, but you view two person differently.

Even though it is common knowledge in our field of Neuroscience, I take immense pleasure every time I realize that our perception of the whole universe emerges from the activity of the little specks of jelly inside our skull.

There are no higher levels of consciousness, there are only different ways of perceiving things.

Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.

Be like the flower, content with its nature.

Never stand in the way of letting God use people__ actions, in order to solve a greater issue in the world.