Any author who uses mathematics should always express in ordinary language the meaning of the assumptions he admits, as well as the significance of the results obtained. The more abstract his theory, the more imperative this obligation. In fact, mathematics are and can only be a tool to explore reality. In this exploration, mathematics do not constitute an end in itself, they are and can only be a means.
Suddenly the real was no longer merely a stepping stone to the possible.The real was all there was.
Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
My God, how can you stand such things, children? They say, "Mom, don't you know it is only television, it is not real."
We live in a nightmare of falsehoods, and there are few who are sufficiently awake and aware to see things as they are. Our first duty is to clear away illusions and recover a sense of reality.
He who has the bigger stick has the better chance of imposing his definitions of reality.
I myself find the division of the world into an objective and a subjective side much too arbitrary. The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer. But that does not mean that it is not a genuine reality. And splitting this reality into an objective and a subjective side won't get us very far.
I reject your reality and substitute my own!
Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be: why, then, should we desire to be deceived?
Stellar wars are a sort of parallel reality in the filmic imagination, terrestrial wars are still today a harsh daily reality.
There's times to be real, and there's times to be phony. That's right, I said it, phony! You think I'm this nice in real life? Fuck that, son! That's just 'cause I'm on TV. I'd pull my balls out right now... skeet skeet skeet skeet!
Reality has a well-known liberal bias.
Normally, we take our reference frame for granted; we mistake it for “reality.”
Already in 1948, observations... agreed with quantum mechanics, not with local realism.
There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
Everything in this world is "PHURO" - transient. It has no reality. True reality is to proceed on the path of truth, to keep the company of saintly people, and to render service to men.
The Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
The foolish read to escape reality; the wise surrender to it.
I deny this reality. The reality is a computation matrix.
For the moment, what we attend to is reality.
Pretending that the fake is real only makes the real seem fake.
Reality can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.
Reality does not discuss, it simply is.
It doesn’t have to be New York; it could have been Kokomo. I think the point is that having a fictional character come from a real place makes the character seem more real. When I was young, I loved to read Sherlock Holmes. And the fact that he lived on Baker Street in London, a real place, made me enjoy the stories more, with a greater feeling of authenticity.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
Your goals, minus your doubts, equal your reality.
It is not the form of things that must be attended to but their spirit. The real is what matters, not the apparent. In politics, reality is that which is unseen.
In the real world, people die. And no self promoting asshole in a fucking leotard can stop it.
The first thing necessary for a constructive dealing with time is to learn to live in the reality of the present moment. For psychologically speaking, this present moment is all we have.
Consciousness is unquantifiable, a ghost in the machine, barely considered real at all, though in a sense this flickering mosaic of awareness is the only true reality that we can ever know.
Ideas, unlike solid structures, do not perish. They remain immortal, immaterial and everywhere, like all Divine things. Ideas are a golden, savage landscape that we wander unaware, without a map. Be careful: in the last analysis, reality may be exactly what we think it is.
A fundamental value in the scientific outlook is concern with the best available map of reality. The scientist will always seek a description of events which enables him to predict most by assuming least. He thus already prefers a particular form of behavior. If moralities are systems of preferences, here is at least one point at which science cannot be said to be completely without preferences. Science prefers good maps.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them...there is nothing.
Many things are narrated in Scripture as real, and were believed to be real, which were in fact only symbolical and imaginary.
Today's scientists have substituted mathematics for experiments, and they wander off through equation after equation, and eventually build a structure which has no relation to reality.
Each of us lives,dependent and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness. All that is what we call reality, however, both knowledge and awareness are equivocal. One's reality might be another's illusion. We all live inside our own fantasies.
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Reality... What A Concept!
Once Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fl uttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up, and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn’t know if he were Zhuang Zhou who had dreamed he was a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou. Between Zhuang Zhou and a butterfly, there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.
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