What is important is the moment of opening a life and feeling it touch--with an electric hiss and cry--this speckled mineral sphere, our present world.
Annie DillardRead
We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the people, events, and things of the day - to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious. What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
Interpretation
We often overlook the profound and sacred aspects of life that are present in everyday experiences.
Annie Dillard's quote speaks to the idea that we frequently miss the richness of our experiences due to our habitual focus on the mundane. She suggests that the extraordinary is often hidden in plain sight, and that true understanding and appreciation require a deeper awareness of the world around us, where the essence of holiness and significance can be found amidst the ordinary.
In practice
During a mindfulness workshop, this quote can be used to highlight the importance of paying attention to the present moment.
What is important is the moment of opening a life and feeling it touch--with an electric hiss and cry--this speckled mineral sphere, our present world.
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Buddhism notes that it is always a mistake to think your soul can go it alone.
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To crank myself up I stood on a jack and ran myself up. I tightened myself like a bolt. I inserted myself in a vise-clamp and wound the handle till the pressure built. I drank coffee in titrated doses. It was a tricky business, requiring the finely tuned judgment of a skilled anesthesiologist. There was a tiny range within which coffee was effective, short of which it was useless, and beyond which, fatal.
People are incorrigibly themselves.
A person who is knowingly bent on bad behavior, gets upset when better behavior is expected of them.
I despise people who go to the gutter on either the right or the left and hurl rocks at those in the center.
Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man.
Just as modern mass production requires the standardization of commodities, so the social process requires standardization of man, and this standardization is called equality.
It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
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