Sentences with phrase «never dream a space»

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In his religious thinking he has preserved a vague mental picture of an Aristotelian kind, while in his secular thinking about space exploration he never dreams of countering the Copernican revolution.

«The theory is that space is made of waves instead of points, that everything is a little jittery, and never sits still,» says Craig Hogan at the University of Chicago, who dreamed up the experiment.

Dreamt up in the 1970s, the Unruh effect — named after one of its discoverers, physicist William Unruh, now at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver — hinges on the fact that in quantum physics, empty space is never truly empty.

Vaquer has never stopped believing in his dream of flying his experiments into space.

«We never dreamt an electric wind could be so powerful that it can suck oxygen right out of an atmosphere into space.

My little blog grows everyday into a space I could never have dreamed of, and I owe so much of that to all of you for making me apart of your weekly routine.

Choose from the «Heart of Gold», «Light Up the World; or «Never Stop Dreaming» styles — or add them all to your space!

So, I continued watching her projects and collecting photos, dvds... I wanted to make a site on Hayley for long time ago but never got the time... And, the day came when I talked to my friend, Kate, and she gift me the domain name; so, I asked to my host for space and the dream is going to come true.

I remember watching the animated Laverne & Shirley — even the Partridge Family in Space series and the teenage I Dream of Jeannie Saturday morning cartoons — but I never watched The Dukes.

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Ever since I could remember, I never had a dream to fly into space — actually, until I became 32 years old.

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, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

I once gave myself the chance to design my dream house (I was pregnant with my first child, in the daydreaming phase, nostalgic of my days in architecture school) and I decided to leave out a space for the formal living room, as you say it is a room that is never used but very well put together - a.k.a. a very impractical use of good furniture... anyway my dream house was never built, my home does have a living room which my husband insisted on completely furnishing, i do hope people (read: in laws) that come over decide to sit in there instead of going directly to the family room, hope this makes the family room a private space now!

We never stop dreaming of how to improve the space we are in.