reality

What is important is to understand the true boundaries of reality, not the probable boundaries of possible future events. Although boundary conditions operate on the future, they are probabilistic constraints, not absolutely determined fact. We assume that ten minutes hence, the room we are in will still exist. It is a boundary condition that will define the next ten minutes in our space/time coordinate. But we cannot know who will be in the room ten minutes hence; that is free to be determined. One may ask if we can really know that the room will exist at any future moment. This is where induction enters the picture, since in truth we cannot know with certainty. There is no absolutely rigorous way of establishing that. But we can make the inductive leap of faith that has to do with accumulated experience. We project that the existence of the room will remain a boundary condition, but in principle in the next ten minutes there could be an earthquake and this building might not be left standing. However, for that to happen, the boundary condition will have to be radically disrupted in some unexpected and improbable manner. What is so curious is that such a thing could occur.

Don__ invite envy to your house _ you never know who will show up,_ she used to warn me.

Later she came to realise that under one reality there__ always another. And another one under that.

Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare

...the longer one stays in full flight from reality, the more painful will be the landing.

No one is interested in real victims, or real criminals. Not local courts, not their fellow citizens, not publishers, and not readers. Everyone simply refuses to believe them. An imaginary crime is much more convincing; reality is too real. They can only identify with an invented crime, only paper evil can excite them.

In order to live in the reality of your God's given destiny, you must consistently guard your mind against all self-defeating thoughts and beliefs.

A picture of a complete apple tree, however accurate, is in a certain sense much less like the tree itself than is a little daisy.

They say what doesn't kill u makes u stronger.. but truth is sometimes it does kill u, it kills a part of u then it makes u stronger.

Success is possible to anyone who sets his heart to it. Whatever we dream of can become reality if we put ourselves to work.

Today we live in a society that seems to be less and less concerned with reality. We drink instant coffee and reconstituted orange juice. We buy our vegetables on cardboard trays covered with plastic. But perhaps the most dehumanizing thing of all is that we have allowed the media to call us consumers--ugly. No! I don't want to be a consumer. Anger consumes. Forest fires consume. Cancer consumes.

When my father wrote about fate, I think he was writing about the reality that is, when there are so many other realities that could have been.

Sometimes I forget myself in a book. And when i have to stop reading it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Or who I am.

There is no corelation between life and death, except that life is the biggest lie we believed, while death; is the most certain truth.

The very possibility of death focuses the mind wonderfully.

We__e all monsters, sweetheart. Some of us just hide it better than others.

Fiction is but truth.. tweaked or disguised.

Finally I find it, the book, but as I__ pulling it out of the stack I hear a noise coming from my toy room. It sounds like scratching or scraping maybe and my mind instantly goes to the possibility that maybe it__ a monster or a dragon or something else with claws. My hand shakes a little as I stand up and turn back toward the room. When I step into it, I feel the wind hit my cheeks. I shine the light around and notice one of the windows is open. I don__ understand why. I didn__ open it and I don__ think it was open when I came down here. What if it was a monster? I sweep the flashlight around the room at all my toys as I start back toward the corner. Then the light lands on something tall_ I hear voices. Ones that don__ sound like they belong to a monster, but just people. But that__ what they end up being. Terrible, horrible monsters.