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“Ultimately, abundance is about creating a world of possibility: a world where everyone’s days are spent dreaming and doing, not scrapping and scraping.”

Abundance by Steven Kotler

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log har mod pe ruk ruk ke sambhalte kyun hain itna darte hain toh phir ghar se nikalte kyun hain main na jugnu hoon diya hoon na koi taara hoon roshni waale mere naam se jaltey kyun hain neend se mera taaluq hi nahi barson se khwaab aa aa ke meri chhath pe tehelte kyun hain mod hota hai jawaani ka sambhalne ke liye aur sab log yahin aa ke fisalte kyun hain

Rahat Indori (via fasaane)

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“What is the purpose of this universe? I wonder if there is any kind of purpose at all… Because I believe the purpose can never be within the thing. An air conditioner’s purpose is not found within the air conditioner but outside it to keep a room or space cool. A car’s purpose cannot be within the automobile, it is to transport things and people from one point or another. So to find the purpose of the universe within the universe is a futile effort.”

Javed Akhtar, Poet and Lyricist

(I’d go so far as saying that to look for the purpose of life within yourself follows the same line. Your purpose for living is only outside yourself and once you become useful, not when you declare it/figure it out internally).

(via nexistentialist)

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When scientists use the word God, they usually mean the God of Order. For example, one of the most important revelations in Einstein’s early childhood took place when he read his first books on science. He immediately realized that most of what he had been taught about religion could not possibly be true. Throughout his career, however, he clung to the belief that a mysterious, divine Order existed in the universe. His life’s calling, he would say, was to ferret out his thoughts, to determine whether he had any choice in creating the universe. Einstein repeatedly referred to this God in his writings, fondly calling him “the Old Man.” When stumped with an intractable mathematical problem, he would often say, “God is subtle, but not malicious.”

Michio Kaku (via against-the-cliche) (via physicsphysics) (via michiokaku-blog, crystalmethwillmakeyousick--blog)

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Pale Blue Dot

Pale blue dot

Earth as seen from Voyager 1 while on the edge of our solar system (approximately 3,762,136,324 miles from home). Sagan’s words are always worth remembering:

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

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The first picture is our galaxy and how it connects to others. 

The second picture is synapses in our brains firing.

The Third is a nerve cell

The fourth is a picture of London from space

And Fifth is a representation of the internet 

Architects, Scientist, Philosophers, so on and so fourth are noticing more and more that man made systems are looking exactly like natural systems. The more we can measure the more we can visualize.  

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Sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet because I see it’s transience. So how does one respond to this? Do we love harder? Do we squeeze tighter? Or do we embrace the Buddhist creed of no attachment; do we we pretend not to care that everything and everyone we know is going to be taken away from us? I don’t know if I can accept that. I side more with the Dylan Thomas quote, ‘I will not go quietly into that good night, but instead rage against the dying of light!’ We defy entropy and impermanence with our films and our poems. We hold onto each other a little harder and say, 'I will not let go! I do not accept the ephemeral nature of this moment. I’m going to extend it…forever…or at least I’m going to try.’

Jason Silva (via existential-ennnui)

what do we do?

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There is a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things sometimes can make us a little sad, and it is because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through but a temporary one and I think that ultimately that is kind of a tragedy. That is why love simultaneously fills us with melancholy. So that’s why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet, because I see its transience.

Jason Silva (via tryppi)

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The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death (via levitating-alien)