All animals are somebody—someone with a life of their own. Behind those eyes is a story, the story of their life in their world as they experience it. In our culture, we have been encouraged to think of animals as things, as commodities. The great challenge lies in having a change of perception. The realization that they have a life of their own, independent of their utility to me or to anyone else: this is what I am trying to get at when I speak of them as being “subjects of a life.” In this sense, they are exactly like us, equal to us. — Tom Regan
Mathematics as an expression of the human mind reflects the active will, the contemplative reason, and the desire for aesthetic perfection. Its basic elements are logic and intuition, analysis and construction, generality and individuality.
Richard Courant, Mathematician, Author What is Mathematics?
“The only thing we can perceive are our perceptions. In other words, consciousness is the matrix upon which the cosmos is apprehended. Color, sound, temperature, and the like exist only as perceptions in our head, not as absolute essences. In the broadest sense, we cannot be sure of an outside universe at all.”
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. People know themselves much better than you do. That’s why it’s important to stop expecting them to be something other than who they are.
Thoughts make themselves feel important, like it matters whether you finish them or not. It really doesn’t though, they’re the most expendable thing in the world. Let one go and another comes by rather quickly.
To be honest I feel like a fraud when I have crushes because I idealize them and it makes me feel like I know them when I don’t. I kinda make a personality up in my head and then I feel like I don’t actually like them; I like the person I’ve constructed.
There are times when I appreciate my sensitivity because I can help others and because I truly feel there is strength in being soft. There are also times when I hate my sensitivity because so many people misinterpret it as weakness and childish. Sometimes I hate feeling things so intensely. Sometimes I wish I didn’t feel anything at all. There are voices in my head asking me what is wrong with me, why I am the way I am, and why I was born in a world that sees what makes me, me, as weak. Sometimes I wish there was an on/off switch.