Before being born, his mother explained, babies go to school. Not a school like Boris’s, but a different kind of school, where all the teachers are angels. The angels teach each baby the entire Torah, along with all of the secrets of the universe. Then, just before each baby is born, an angel puts its finger right below the baby’s nose–here she paused to put her finger across his lips (could he see the blood under her skin, or did he only imagine it?)–and whispers to the child: Shh–don’t tell. And then the baby forgets. “Why does he have to forget?” Boris had asked, moving his lips beneath her finger. He didn’t want to know, not really. But his mother’s back had stiffened, and he could feel that she might get up at any moment, put out the light, walk away, disappear. She pulled her hand away from his face, resting it on her own stomach. “So that for the rest of his life, ” she said, “he will always have to pay attention to the world, and to everything that happens in it, to try to remember all the things he’s forgotten. . Dara Horn
It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters,
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Amit Ray
It's not at all hard to understand a person it's only hard to listen without bias.
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Criss Jami
I don't judge people. It blurs out the center of my attention, my focus, myself.
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Toba Beta
To me, at least in retrospect, the really interesting question is why dullness proves to be such a powerful impediment to attention. Why we recoil from the dull. Maybe it’s because dullness is intrinsically painful; maybe that’s where phrases like ‘deadly dull’ or ‘excruciatingly dull’...
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David Foster Wallace
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
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Mary Oliver
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