Sentences with phrase «other kind of vision»

The other kind of vision is the vision of final peace.

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The other kind, sins, are those willful actions in which one is knowingly rebelling against God's vision of reality; putting one's own efforts behind the break down of reality.

The sometimes intense individualism of the earlier books is complemented here by the presence of other people, so that a kind of tension is created between personal vision and collective insight.

This is a kind of mysticism, reported by many as the experience of prayer or visions and by others as drug - induced.

A recent program change also prioritizes students with particular diagnoses (including autism, developmental and intellectual disabilities, serious orthopedic impairments, and vision or hearing loss) for funding over students with other kinds of disabilities.

We see a vision of this kind in J.S. Mill's Principles of Political Economy (1848) which argues that «the relation of masters and workpeople will be gradually superseded by partnership, in one of two forms:... association of the labourers with the capitalist; in others, and perhaps finally in all, association of labourers among themselves».

He added: «Those that founded the NHS, and all the principles behind the NHS, had a vision of a world where we did care for each other, we did care for everybody, we didn't pass by on the other side so I want to use the period up until June 8 to set out a positive vision of the kind of society that we can live in.

Fun fact: Unlike others of its kind, A. hoosieri lacks a debilitating mutation in the rhodopsin gene, which is an important gene for vision.

«And some studies suggest that migraines with visual auras, when people see spots or various other kinds of changes in their vision associated with their headaches, put a person at a higher stroke risk.

In other words, the system provides a kind of x-ray vision, helping people relate to the physical objects of interest in their environment.

Raspberry consumption boosts vision acuity and protects the eye from infections and other kinds of harm.

And no, of course you don't know how talented they're going to turn out to be, but you kind of get a sense, a nose for people, when you're exchanging ideas, when you're telling each other stories, about their vision.

Strong plays John, a «memory detective», which is apparently a kind of shrink who walks around in other people's memories (in a style familiar to viewers of TV» sHannibal), and whose visions are therefore easily translated to film.

The leader's individual beliefs have developed in collaboration with other stakeholders and articulated into some kind of vision or mission statement.

But working with other Associations in the Pacific region, we began to organize using ESSA as a fulcrum around which we could connect our organizing training (because the task force was calling for visioning, and our approach to organizing is about identifying shared aspirations), our professional development redesign (as ESSA was creating space for new kinds of professional leadership in implementation), and our campaign for contract negotiations.

We share the same kind of vision and mission, and are always happy to see other players join forces to help books.

Just like other kinds of medical or dental insurance, vision insurance assists with the cost of seeing an eye doctor, along with the amount you pay for glasses, contacts and other eye - related services and needs.

That kind of long - term vision is what creates a long - term customer — one who comes back again and again, not just for additional furniture products, but for other products too.

Manister's artistic worldview and method is underpinned by the humanist vision of the older generation, but his commitment to forging an individual practice is not hampered by the same kind of high - seriousness and obdurate self - belief often found with other painters working «after the fall.»

These works may employ disorienting illusions of depth and flatness, intensely affecting color, or synesthetic auditory and haptic stimuli to introduce new kinds of sensory experience that in some cases suggest a utopian vision of the future and in others embody critical or ambivalent attitudes towards contemporaneous reality — social, political, and technological.

, 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 don't think it's really about dancing or doing shots but kind of creating a hub that people can get to know each other and catch up,» Powers said, offering a rosy vision about what the week could be.