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“Need nothing and then see what happens.”
— Gangaji
Honestly as a blind person I’m so tired of seeing fictional blind characters who don’t use white canes or other guides. “They have special powers so they know what’s around them” or “they’re confident enough to not need a guide” are common tropes, and I’m tired.
Are people scared that using a white cane will make their blind character seem weak? They can’t use a cane because they’re so special that they already know what’s around them, and other blind people who use guides are inferior because they’re not special?
I’m tired. Give your blind characters white canes and other guides. Let them hold onto their friends, let them have guide dogs. Don’t make white cane users feel ostracized for not being “strong enough” to go without.
Another thing that pisses me off is when a sighted character comes up with the fantasy equivalent of braille and teaches it to the blind character. Braille was invented by Louis Braille, a blind man, in 1824. The blind character should be the one coming up with it.
Tldr I’m blind and tired of sighted people lol
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my grandma embroidered little flowers on her clothes like i do and she taught me how to cook asparagus so it actually tasted good and she wrote about grief so simply that i could make sense of it when i was a child that had just lost a grandfather and sometimes i wonder how much of me is made of her and how much of me is my uncle and how much is my best friend and how much is my little sister. i wonder how much of them is me.
A few years back, I got really interested in this topic. I read a book by a man named Douglas Hofstadter, who’s the director for the Center for Research on Concepts and Cognition at Indiana University. One of the foremost American researchers of the science of cognition, Hofstadter has written a lot of books, but the one I’m most familiar with is called I Am a Strange Loop. Strange Loop’s focus is on determining how, exactly, does consciousness—individuality, thoughts, hopes, dreams, fears, desires, a sense of personhood—arise from inert and unthinking molecules? After all, atoms don’t have personalities. But yet people, who are only atoms all told, somehow do.
The crux of his argument is that humans are self-referential feedback loops. We take in information from the world and incorporate it into how we react the next time we receive information. A whole section of Strange Loop is dedicated to Hofstadter’s concern with the memory of his late wife, Carol. She died suddenly and he was left wondering what parts of her, if any, can “survive” in his memory. And he eventually concluded that every human is a combination and response to all the other humans they’ve ever interacted with:
As long as you remember someone—a dead friend, a relative, a beloved pet—your experiences with them, the way their personalities influenced you, in turn affect the way YOU act and interact with others. Personhood is a self-replicating concept. Your actions ripple out in ways that can never be fully seen or understood. In a vast, cosmic sort of way, no one ever really dies–they live on in their friends :-)
“We are all curious collages, weird little planetoids that grow by accreting other people’s habits and ideas and styles and tics and jokes and phrases and tunes and hopes and fears as if they were meteorites that came soaring out of the blue, collided with us, and stuck. What at first is an artificial, alien mannerism slowly fuses into the stuff of our self, like wax melting in the sun, and gradually becomes as much a part of us as ever it was of someone else (though that person may very well have borrowed it from someone else to begin with).”
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“I will breathe. I will think of solutions. I will not let my worry control me. I will not let my stress level break me. I will simply breathe. I will be OK because I don’t quit.”
— Shayne McClendon
In the dog world, humans are elves that routinely live to be 500+ years old.
“They live so long…but the good ones still bond with us for our entire lives.”
“These immortals are so kind we must be good friends to them”
My heart wtf
Not gonna lie, this fucked me up a bit.
POV Fantasy slice of life book when?
“Now I am old. The fur around my muzzle is grey and my joints ache when we walk together. Yet she remains unchanged, her hair still glossy, her skin still fresh, her step still sprightly. Time doesn’t touch her and yet I love her still.”
“For generations, he has guarded over my family. Since the days of my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather he has kept us safe. For so long we thought him immortal. But now I see differently, for just as my fur grows gray and my joints grow stiff, so too do his. He did not take in my children, but gave them away to his. I will be the last that he cares for. My only hope is that I am able to last until his final moments. The death of one of his kind is so rare. The ending of a life so long is such a tragedy. He has seen so much, he knows so much. I know he takes comfort in my presence. I only wish that I will be able to give him this comfort until the end.”
SHOOK
So, this post has fucked me up so much for yeeeears that I started telling people in real life so their lives can be ruined too!
This remember me of the post about how humans seem like fae to animals. Wish I could find it!
Also, my poor heart!
there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go
“You teach people how to treat you by what you allow, what you stop, and what you reinforce.”
— (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“Learning to pause is the first step in the practice of Radical Acceptance. A pause is a suspension of activity, a time of temporary disengagement when we are no longer moving toward any goal… . The pause can occur in the midst of almost any activity and can last for an instant, for hours or for seasons of our life… . We may pause in the midst of meditation to let go of thoughts and reawaken our attention to the breath. We may pause by stepping out of daily life to go on a retreat or to spend time in nature or to take a sabbatical… . You might try it now: Stop reading and sit there, doing “no thing,” and simply notice what you are experiencing.”
— Tara Brach
part of your twenties is shedding the idea of grandeur that your life would have and just savouring the simple joys of being
“Every time you use the words ‘I am,’ you are creating a fantasy which you then have to support. ‘I am’, creates 'you are’ creates 'us’, 'them’, 'deserving’, 'non-deserving’, 'best’, 'worst’, etc. All division begins here. All suffering begins here. All pain begins here. Christians are not born, they are manufactured, created in a society. Hindus are not born they are manufactured, created in a culture. Muslims are not born, they are manufactured, created in an environment. And so it goes on……. There is nothing that you really are, and so no way you have to be. Freedom is not simply doing what you want just when you want to, freedom, true freedom is transcending the limitations of the mind. Going past social, gender and religious conditioning and labels and being one with the open, loving heart, the fearless part of you. You are always more than the limits that you place upon yourself. Give yourself completely to Dhamma and watch your life open from there. May all beings be happy.”
— Michael Kewley - The identity delusion. (via abiding-in-peace)
““It’s not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it. Life is long enough, and it’s been given to us in generous measure for accomplishing the greatest things, if the whole of it is well invested. But when life is squandered through soft and careless living, and when it’s spent on no worthwhile pursuit, death finally presses and we realize that the life which we didn’t notice passing has passed away.””
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Seneca
(viashoulderoforion)
“Whatever it is that is still commenting about things, forget that. Become completely empty and silent and remain as silent emptiness itself.”
— Mooji
“Perfect calmness is when you do not change. No matter what you see, no matter what is going on around you, you stay relaxed: peaceful. You may say this is impossible to do; on the contrary, it’s not. You can make yourself this way for this is your true state to begin with. Perfect calmness, perfect happiness, perfect peace.”
— Robert Adams
“She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another.”
— Sarah Addison Allen
“I’ve found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances, be more active, show up more often.”
— Brian Tracy