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Those little moments with a flower you stooped to smell, or stranger you decided to entertain—there’s a way in which they are realer than anything else, because they are *real* Realer than goals, realer than thoughts, realer than stories and worries about empires. https://t.co/yhbrXyyRkq
There’s a way in which the rest of life, the flotsam, the spirring fluck, it matters just as much too: it is the emptiness upon which the #1 and #2 most important goals are borne, and that forms the texture of *actual experience* in a way I sometimes have to remind myself is real
It is when the stories of empires can feel as real (and important) as stories of individual flowers that a kind of fluidity is achieved, to see their non-duality, of how both are greater than the other. https://t.co/2vclXiDbF3
It’s something like: the flower continues to be a flower, and the stranger continues to exist in their place, *whether or not the it is good for the résumé or pieces of paper.* https://t.co/4eHJEEJ85Z
There’s a way in which that’s real, in a way that I had never realised, because I had always spent my life in the realm of convincing other people something is true. Facts, logic, reality, that depends on arguments and facts unknown. https://t.co/Hfm9d5ncVY
I never felt like a real person. I didn’t entirely know what I meant by this, but I knew it had to do with how I only ever existed in two states - around other people, fake, like I was constructed for them - around myself, non-existence, like I wasn’t a real person to talk to
What does it mean to just encounter something *real*? Maybe it’s something like staying power. https://t.co/XDXRK4A0IV
He choked on his words; whatever he was trying to say. He tried to laugh it off, and stumbled out of there. And someone wrote a really thoughtful comment about the whole thing – about how, in that moment, maybe he realized for the first time, properly, that other people are real
The flower continues to be a flower, and the stranger continues to be a stranger, helplessly; they do not help their condition for the fact that it might be advantageous to. https://t.co/pZWoy5gHgF
This is one way people can live. To tell the truth, helplessly (but not naïvely). https://t.co/ZfnMMtR9mB
There’s something unmanipulatable about being helpless. https://t.co/XDXRK4A0IV
He choked on his words; whatever he was trying to say. He tried to laugh it off, and stumbled out of there. And someone wrote a really thoughtful comment about the whole thing – about how, in that moment, maybe he realized for the first time, properly, that other people are real
It makes it difficult to control, but it also makes it more difficult for the lies inside me to control me. https://t.co/eBRY9NpjX2
feeling helpless as the key to a more realer kind of agency https://t.co/RLp5NVHJ8Z