Sentences with phrase «kinds of nothingness»

Hammons, having visited Zen gardens in Japan a few years prior to the show, knew that «there are so many kinds of nothingness.»

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God looks onto what seems like a dark canvas of nothingness and imagines a beautiful life — a tree bearing all kinds of good fruit that nourishes those who come to eat of it.

I am no mathematician nor quantum physicist but it does not take a rocket scientist to know that nothingness holds all mannerisms of every kind of matter in its nothing embodiment!

Not only is the mutable world separated from its divine principle — the One — by intervals of emanation that descend in ever greater alienation from their source, but because the highest truth is the secret identity between the human mind and the One, the labor of philosophy is one of escape: all multiplicity, change, particularity, every feature of the living world, is not only accidental to this formless identity, but a kind of falsehood, and to recover the truth that dwells within, one must detach oneself from what lies without, including the sundry incidentals of one's individual existence; truth is oblivion of the flesh, a pure nothingness, to attain which one must sacrifice the world.

Human kind is unable to process the idea of «Nothingness» for a reason.

There is a lot of farcical chin - pulling in the book over various «possible candidates for nothingness» and «what «nothing» might actually comprise,» along with an earnest insistence that any «definition» of nothingness must ultimately be «based on empirical evidence» and that ««nothing» is every bit as physical as «something»» — as if «nothingness» were a highly unusual kind of stuff that is more difficult to observe or measure than other things are.

You are arguing about «nothingness» as a proof of some kind?

In perishing, occasions are not consigned to total nothingness but are granted a kind of «immortality» as elements in the experiences of subsequent occasions and groupings of occasions.

This motif, repeated from picture to picture takes a kind of content that belonged to the original Abstract Expressionist mythos — e. g. the existential nothingness out of which the being of the painting arose — and brings it deftly over into a formal aspect of the composition itself.

Again, that became a kind of Zen idea of time, space and nothingness.