Marcelo Gleiser (March 19, 1959 -) We are a story, each of us. And a story with no listener is the same as silence, as oblivion. Some stories are harder to listen to, or can't be listened to in ordinary ways, and so, take a very special kind of listener. (Speaking of Oliver Sacks)
Oliver Sacks On Nothing
Oliver Sacks (July 09, 1933 - August 30, 2015) Nature abhors a vacuum—and so do we. The idea of a void—of emptiness, nothingness, spacelessness, placelessness, all such “lessness”—is at once abhorrent and inconceivable, and yet it haunts us in the strangest, most paradoxical way. As Beckett writes, “Nothing is more real than nothing.”
Oliver Sacks On Truth, Beauty And The Periodic Table
Oliver Sacks (July 09, 1933 - August 30, 2015) I had an overwhelming sense of Truth and Beauty when I saw the periodic table, a sense that this was not a mere human construct, arbitrary, but an actual vision of the eternal cosmic order, and that any future discoveries and advances, whatever they might add, …
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Oliver Sacks On Healing And Nature
Oliver Sacks (July 09, 1933 - August 30, 2015) I have seen in my patients the restorative and healing powers of nature and gardens, even for those who are deeply disabled neurologically. In many cases, gardens and nature are more powerful than any medication.
Oliver Sacks On Perspective
Oliver Sacks (July 9, 1933 –August 30, 2015) I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential. I must focus on myself, my work and my friends. I shall no longer look at “NewsHour” every night. I shall no longer pay any attention to politics or arguments about global …
Oliver Sacks On Thinking
Oliver Sacks (July 09, 1933 - August 30, 2015) I say I love writing but really it is thinking I love — the rush of thoughts — new connections in the brain being made. And it comes out of the blue…In such moments: I feel such love of the world, love of thinking.
Oliver Sacks On The Sabbath
Oliver Sacks (July 09, 1933 – August 30, 2015) And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I …
