#meta

I have an iron deficiency. You can tell by how wrinkled my clothes are.
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— Jarod Kintz

#clue #clues #humor #insight #insightful

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked. Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#metaphorical #humor

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then it's fun and games you can't see anymore. ↗

— James Hetfield

#humour #metallica #humor

Look, this is just the cemetery. It's got bylaws and things! It's not Transylvania! There's just dead people here! That doesn't make it scary, does it? Dead people are people who were living once! You wouldn't be so worked up if there were living people buried here, would you? ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor #humor

I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean? ↗

— John Green

#imagination

One can ask why the I has to appear in the cogito {Descartes’ argument “I think therefore I am.}, since the cogito, if used rightly, is the awareness of pure consciousness, not directed at any fact or action. In fact the I is not necessary here, since it is never united directly to consciousness. One can even imagine a pure and self-aware consciousness which thinks of itself as impersonal spontaneity. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#logic #metaphysics #ontology #philosophy #psychology

Now I existed solely thanks to the quantum paradox, my brain a collection of qubits in quantum superposition, encoding truths and memories, imagination and irrationality in opposing, contradictory states that existed and didn't exist, all at the same time. ↗

— Robin Wasserman

#digital-identity #digitalization #identity #internet #meta

An author is like a jeweller, with words as their gemstones and imagination the precious metals. ↗

— Steve Smy

#gemstones #imagination #jeweller #precious-metals #words

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...) ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#metaphor #pride #purr #smile #art

The meta-physical creed, I shall maintain, is a mistaken outcome of the emotion, although this emotion, as colouring and informing all other thoughts and feelings, is the inspirer of whatever is best in Man. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#inspirational