Ravi Gomatam famous quotes

As science went further and further into the external world, they ended up inside the atom where to their surprise they saw consciousness staring them in the face!
-- Ravi Gomatam

#World #Faces #Saws

Any high school boy or girl knows how to calculate the force with which a stone he or she throws will hit someone in the face, but nothing in those equations they use will tell them whether or not to throw it...To solve the problem of values we must know what is valuable. Consciousness is the most valuable commodity...To bring values into science, we need to connect science with what is valuable consciousness.
-- Ravi Gomatam

#Girl #School #Boys

Scientific realism in classical (i.e. pre-quantum) physics has remained compatible with the naive realism of everyday thinking on the whole; whereas it has proven impossible to find any consistent way to visualize the world underlying quantum theory in terms of our pictures in the everyday world. The general conclusion is that in quantum theory naive realism, although necessary at the level of observations, fails at the microscopic level.
-- Ravi Gomatam

#Thinking #Everyday #World

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

First Conjuration Addressed to Emperor Lucifer. Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, I adjure thee to leave thine abode, in what-ever quarter of the world it may be situated and come hither to communicate with me.

I thought religion would make me live with my head in the clouds, but as often as not, it grounds me in this world.

People saw me as just a singer - yeah, a pretty face who could sing - and not more than that,

Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.

The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?

For [D.H.] Lawrence, existence was one continuous convalescence; it was as though he were newly reborn from a mortal illness every day of his life. What these convalescent eyes saw, his most casual speech would reveal.

The angel came, the angel saw, the angel fell.

I knew that I must paint not what I saw, but only what was in me, in my soul.