It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't… — Thomas Campbell Body Copy Share Image
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man. — Thomas Campbell Flight Copy Share Image
The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words --… — Thomas Campbell Art Copy Share Image
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser,… — Thomas Campbell Dark Copy Share Image
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. — Thomas Campbell Angel Copy Share Image
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled. — Thomas Campbell Bitter Copy Share Image
“an immense digital computational capacity based upon binary reality cells that are the fundamental constituent of aware consciousness or mind.” — Thomas Campbell Psychology Copy Share Image
The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything. — Thomas Campbell Reality Copy Share Image
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All… — Thomas Campbell Cease Copy Share Image
The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information… — Thomas Campbell Consciousness Copy Share Image
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. — Thomas Campbell England Copy Share Image
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away. — Thomas Campbell Beauty Copy Share Image
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no… — Thomas Campbell Delicious Copy Share Image
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb. — Thomas Campbell Cypresses Copy Share Image
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay. — Thomas Campbell Brother Copy Share Image
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with… — Thomas Campbell Banner Copy Share Image
