We often define ourselves by our roles and labels, building sandcastles and clinging to them, fearing the inevitable tide. Sandcastles are beautiful, but we cannot live inside them. Because the tide rises. That's what the tide does. We must remember: I am the builder, not the castle. I am separate and whole, over here, eyes on the horizon, sun on my shoulders, welcoming the tide. Building, rebuilding. Playfully. Lightly. Never changing, always changing.
Glennon Doyle, Untamed
From the point of view of time, we say "impermanence," and from the point of view of space, we say "nonself." Things cannot remain themselves for two consecutive moments, therefore, there is nothing that can be called a permanent "self." Before you entered this room, you were different physically and mentally. Looking deeply at impermanence, you see nonself. Looking deeply at nonself, you see impermanence
Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching
We carry in us the ground of interbeing, nirvana, the world of no-birth and no-death, no permanence and no impermanence, no self and no nonself. Nirvana is the complete silencing of concepts.
Thich Nhat Hanh, The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching
The work of sacred art: putting us in touch with something we know intimately yet remains beyond our comprehension.
Patrick Bringley, All the Beauty In The World
The sun and stars that float in the open air.... the appleshaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift of them is something grand; I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it is happiness
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
6.37: If you've seen the present you've seen everything. Since beginning as it'll be forever. The same substance, the same form. All of it.
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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David Hockney: Gregory Swimming Los Angeles March 31st 1982
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Josef Albers, Blue Reminding, 1966
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Adolph Menzel, Balkonzimmer, 1845