Date: March, 2014

"my good mother, // her mind     a trail of crumbs / in a woods flocked with birds."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"Culture: a kind of knife: / cuts one way     opens / your brain to a certain / breed of light     shaves / consciousness to its // purpose, its cross."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"Memory, / a jar of flies. Spin off the lid."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"O, bold, / bare legs of women / upon which my soul beads / like sweat."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: August, 2014

"A universe of information swirled around in his brain."

— Thomas, Matthew

Date: January 21, 2015

"Why aren't we just brilliant robots, capable of retaining information, of responding to noises and smells and hot saucepans, but dark inside, lacking an inner life?"

— Burkeman, Oliver (b. 1975)

Date: January 21, 2015

"Evolution might have produced creatures that were atom-for-atom the same as humans, capable of everything humans can do, except with no spark of awareness inside."

— Burkeman, Oliver (b. 1975)

Date: January 21, 2015

"Yet there's no reason to assume that our brains will be adequate vessels for the voyage towards that answer."

— Burkeman, Oliver (b. 1975)

Date: April 11, 2015

"About once a month I run across a person who radiates an inner light."

— Brooks, David (b. 1961)

Date: April 11, 2015

"Gradually, a humiliating gap opens between your actual self and your desired self, between you and those incandescent souls you sometimes meet."

— Brooks, David (b. 1961)