“The real risk is not changing.“
Live life as if everything is rigged in your favor.
“Until the age of 70, nothing I drew was worthy of notice. At 110, every dot and every stroke will be as though alive.”
The world is still colossal, a gaping map of mystery our brains fill in with imagination.
It’s delusional to think we know it.
Walking with our steady cam, our eyes scan the world. See enough, we write it down.
The more we get down, the more connections we can make — the more disparate items we can intermix the better.
Should we not lace anything, we wait. We given the brain a night’s rest so it can untangle shaggy shapes into coherent bodies of thought.
All of a sudden the ideas come without asking for them, all by…
We’re never safe from the torch of fear and anxiety.
The only thing we can control is our reaction to the current circumstances.
Wrote the poet John Milton in the seventeenth century: “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
When we reach the end of our life, our experience will be an accumulation of responses.
What we process and pay attention to is…
Enthusiastic in the front, sceptic in the back.
The dialectic of mind enframes the rational man. When we peel off the plastic of certainty, we uncover the beauty of chasing ambiguity.
When we see that the true bearers of consciousness are patterns of continuous variation rather than preprogrammed automata, we relish our idiosyncrasies.
Naïveté is on par with idealism.
What we demand instead is…
Journalists focus more on catastrophes than progress. They’re hard wired to follow tragedy than highlight the good.
Bad news and sensationalism sell eyeballs.
Good news is ephemeral, quickly consumed and forgotten.
When an avalanche of information aligns with a consumption-based based society, society becomes a blur.
Knocked unconscious, we assemble identities that exceed the brain’s three…