Virginia Woolf, in her novel "To The Lighthouse," eloquently describes this form of thinking as it unfolds inside the mind of a character named Lily: Certainly she was losing consciousness of outer things.
This usually involves a process of introversion in which all images and memories of outer things must be set aside so that the inner eye may be opened and readied for the appearance of God.
And as she lost consciousness of outer things … her mind kept throwing up from its depths, scenes, and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting.^1^ A daydream is that fountain spurting, spilling strange new thoughts into the stream of consciousness.
And as she lost consciousness of outer things … her mind kept throwing up from its depths, scenes, and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting.1 A daydream is that fountain spurting, spilling strange new thoughts into the stream of consciousness.
You can't get the outer things right without first getting the inner things right.
If you're looking for your Inner Self in outer things, you're never going to find it.
This impulse is due to the pessimist's conviction that "evil is no mere relation of the subject to particular outer things, but something more radical and general, a wrongness or vice in his essential nature, which no alteration of the environment, or any superficial arrangement of the inner self, can cure, and which requires a supernatural remedy".
And you need no outer things to be happy.
I think when I was growing up, I was not into the whole outer space thing.
"Eighteen months from now, people could see fewer police officers, less trash pickups, less visible school programs in the outer boroughs — things that really make a difference for some people, as they decide whether to stay or go, or buy or sell a house".
