The real is only one realization of the possible.
The blindness that opens the eye is not the one that darkens vision. Tears and not sight are the essence of the eye.
What is called "objectivity," scientific for instance (in which I firmly believe, in a given situation) imposes itself only within a context which is extremely vast, old, firmly established, or rooted in a network of conventions. . . and yet which still remains a context.
If you read philosophical texts of the tradition, you'll notice they almost never said 'I,' and didn't speak in the first person. From Aristotle to Heidegger, they try to consider their own lives as something marginal or accidental. What was essential was their teaching and their thinking. Biography is something empirical and outside, and is considered an accident that isn't necessarily or essentially linked to the philosophical activity or system.
I say things that contradict each other, that are in real tension with each other, that compose me, that make me live, and that will make me die.
Who ever said that one was born just once?
Each time this identity announces itself, someone or something cries: Look out for the trap, youre caught. Take off, get free, disengage yourself.
Beware of advice-even this.
All it takes is one person in any generation to heal a family's limiting beliefs.
If only people could travel as easily as words. Wouldn't that be something? If only we could be so easily revised.
I think my mom put it best. She said, 'Little girls soften their daddy's hearts. '