#mystical

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#mysticism

The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#world #mysticism

The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity. ↗

— George Orwell

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It is possible to spend one's entire lifetime without ever experiencing the mystical realms or even without being aware of their existence. ↗

— Stanislav Grof

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I ain't got no magical powers and mystical trips and all that kind of crap. It's kind of silly. ↗

— Charles Manson

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Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence. ↗

— Jim Morrison

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Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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What I do is not some magical, mystical thing. I simply get up in the morning, get to work on time, say my lines, and do the best I can. ↗

— Parker Stevenson

#get #i #i can #i do #lines

God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in the sky with white hair and a beard like Santa. This seemed strange to me. When I thought of God, I imagined only mist over the pond, a sliver of moon in a dark sky, scatterings of stars, birdsong. ↗

— Melissa Coleman

#mystical #spiritual #spirituality #universe #dreams

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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