"They rely on the memory of their index finger and don't know any other shorter way to take pictures than walking. They turned on their camera and checked the exposure. ISO: 30 billion light-years. Their mind opened and the focus was at infinity."
Since the day he was born, he had been expecting the day he could choose between his existence and consciousness.
"Please wait... Please wait... You can now cross the street."
"This artificial light trapping my eyes, this giant display disregarding my existence, this culture consuming the skin of my individuality."
"I can imagine the person without the couch, but I realized, to think of the couch without the person, I need to become the couch."
What do you dream of when time and space are out of your reach?
On The Stars
"I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps 'Oh look at that!' Then - whoosh, and I'm gone..."
"Our lives do not belong to us. From womb to grave we depend on people who lived and still live. With every crime committed, with every favour done we breed our future."
Friendly gatherings on the grass, horizontal or vertical journeys, colorful festivals, time passing with writings, drawings and works, tiny miracles and going out to the streets... There is always music playing in the background.
"Loneliness does not come from having no people around one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible."
Carl Gustav Jung
"Number nine is a holy figure for Turkish and Altai mythology, folk culture, folk belief and shamanism."
He has no idea how long he's been on the road. Every rest point he sees is crowded with planned trips... As the logic of the majority dictates, inevitable places for those who want to get from point A to B. His journey is unplanned, he has no idea where he's going and there is no logical explanation as to why he's on the road. Who wants to explain anyway? When you're on the road, you just aim to go as far as possible, but you remember where you're going and why only when you stop... Here's another one... Rest areas are part of our calculable, fabricated reality... A bland cup of tea, a coincidental meal, dirty toilets and have a nice trip... He doesn't want to rest. He will keep going until he finds the shadow of a tree or a waterfront where he can sleep.
"I've dealt with numbers all my life, of course, and after a while you begin to feel that each number has a personality of its own. A twelve is very different from a thirteen, for example. Twelve is upright, conscientious, intelligent, whereas thirteen is a loner, a shady character who won't think twice about breaking the law to get what he wants. Eleven is tough, an outdoorsman who likes tramping through woods and scaling mountains; ten is rather simpleminded, a bland figure who always does what he's told; nine is deep and mystical, a Buddha of contemplation..."
"An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness."
"I've found over the years that any momentary change stimulates a fresh burst of mental energy. So if I'm in this room and then I go into the other room, it helps me. If I go outside to the street, it's a huge help. If I go up and take a shower it's a big help. So I sometimes take extra showers. I'll be down here [in the living room] and at an impasse and what will help me is to go upstairs and take a shower. It breaks up everything and relaxes me."
Woody Allen - "Daily Rituals" by Mason Currey
We, humans, are not creators, but only a tool. For years, we have listened to millions of melodies, we have met millions of visuals, and we have touched millions of designs. All were His song, what he tried to express. He had to appear in some way and he went by us. We became violins, reed flutes, pens, mice. He went inside us and departed...
"As a kid I had a dream; I wanted to own my own bicycle. When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe the world. I lived for that bike. Most kids left their bike in the backyard at night. Not me. I insisted on taking mine indoors and the first night I even kept it in my bed."
Floating is nice, but each time you lose a piece.
Did I just drop the coins?
"No doubt we are different from animals. No, they can't build spaceships. No, they can't understand math. Sure they can't write poets as Shelley does. Darn! Can you swim like a whale? Fly like an eagle? Can you hear like a bat? Are you as beautiful as a cat? Do you smell wonderful like a cat? It is totally nonsense and nothing more than discrimination to adopt our criteria as mind in a moral universe in which we decide who has the rights or who doesn't and who is inclusive of society! If giraffes were as narrow-minded, as arrogant and as prejudicious as humans you would have no rights unless you are 6 feet tall. Would you like to live in such an imperialist giraffe world in which they cut you alive to eat and torture you because you are not that tall? Here, our moral code is that discriminatory and prejudicious."
There are more things to be discovered