“Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously 'present,' an unstable ice floe forever drifting between… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing—as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor as of roses preserved between… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Recognize that your attention is the most valuable thing you can ever own, and you alone have the ultimate power to choose where to… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The fight for freedom, relatively and ultimately speaking, begins and ends with our attention: where we place it and how we use it.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The Matrix can feel like a pretty hopeless place. I get that. Nobody in his or her right mind (a tiny minority, admittedly) wants… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The possibility of waking up from (or even in) the dream offers a glimmer of hope, a sense that there’s more to existence than… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The creational scale—in tandem with sacred vowels—was used to fashion the universe and all life herein. The world, you might say, was literally spoken—or… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Bill of Rights: (n.) official tally of how much our rights cost to keep.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Objectivity is a subjective fantasy implanted in us by an external will seeking to curtail our creativity by limiting our minds to our own… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
