Disclaimer: I only made it halfway through this book.
Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past.
It is getting impossible to repair them, yet I take a lot of time and pains to do it anyway because I can’t imagine any new pair taking their place. That is impractical, but practicality isn’t the whole thing with gloves or with anything else.
The condemnation of technology is ingratitude, thats what it is.
(taken from section that argues that the same people that love to condemn technology are the people who would be screwed if it disappeared tomorrow)
Some things you miss because they’re so tiny you overlook them. But some things you don’t see because they’re so huge.
From all this awareness we must select, and what we select and call consciousness is never the same as the awareness because the process of selection mutates it. We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.
Sometimes its better to travel than to arrive
Suppose a child is born devoid of all senses; he has no sight, no hearing, no touch, no smell, no taste – nothing. There’s no way whatsoever for him to receive any sensations from the outside world. And suppose this child is fed intravenously and otherwise attended to and kept alive for eighteen years in this state of existence. The question is then asked: Does this eighteen-year-old people have a thought in his head? If so, where does it come from? How does he get it?
From this place the snow is less visible, even though closer. These are the things you should notice anyway. To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. Here’s where things grow.
“No one ever travels so high as he who knows not where he is going”
– Cromwell
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