![]() ![]() As she continues asking it over the years, the "waking up" experience becomes more gradual. She repeatedly asks herself the question, each time saying "yes". Yes, I am conscious now." But she feels as though by asking the question, she has in a sense "awakened" herself, which leads her to wonder if she was conscious just before asking. Am I conscious now? īlackmore asks herself, "Am I conscious now?" and answers "Of course I am. īlackmore's discussion revolves around ten questions, discussed in the following sections. ![]() Rather, "I am someone with a questioning mind who has stumbled upon Zen and found it immensely helpful." Some of Blackmore's questions are not strictly Zen but rather come from Mahamudra traditions, though she got them from a Zen instructor, John Crook. The final chapter features a response by Blackmore's Zen teacher.īlackmore regards her book as an "attempt to see whether looking directly into one's own mind can contribute to a science of consciousness."īlackmore practices Zen, although she is not a Buddhist herself. ![]() Most chapters in the book center around a Zen question and describe Blackmore's inner monologue contemplating the question's implications for subjective experience. It describes her thoughts during zazen retreats and other self-directed meditative exercises, and how those thoughts relate to the neuroscience of consciousness. Zen and the Art of Consciousness (2011), originally titled Ten Zen Questions (2009), is a book by Susan Blackmore. ![]()
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![]() The general style and manner of the book are similar to its predecessor. But on the whole we have had a pleasant time, and are sorry when it's over." We have been much interested, and often a little tired. We nod and smile to many as we pass with some we stop and talk awhile and with a few we walk a little way. But long or short, but here or there, our thoughts are ever on the running of the sand. ![]() Sometimes it is through busy streets, and sometimes through the fields and lanes sometimes we can be spared for a few hours, and sometimes for a few days. "A 'Bummel'," I explained, "I should describe as a journey, long or short, without an end the only thing regulating it being the necessity of getting back within a given time to the point from which one started. When asked by one of the characters in the book "how would you translate ," the narrator replies: (The first American edition, published by Dodd Mead in 1900, was entitled Three Men on Wheels.) Template:Ref ![]() Browning writes "The title must be puzzling to many readers, for 'bummel' will not be found in English dictionaries." Template:Ref Template:Ref It is, as Jerome does not explain until the end of the book, a German word, and apart from his book, it has not received any widespread use in English. ![]() ![]() I hold in my hand the memory of my ancestors in the garden. I hold in my hand four seeds in the colors of the medicine wheel: thundercloud black, solar yellow, pearly moonlight, and blood red. It comes to us not from Apple, but from Maize. This marvel of science comes to us, free of charge, not from the high-tech engineers of Silicon Valley, but from the high-TEK developers living in the Balsas River Valley of central Mexico more than nine thousand years ago. With multiple apps already installed, it can make tamales, bourbon, soda, muffins, and diesel fuel. ![]() ![]() And if these features are not enough, it is the most sophisticated food production technology ever devised. ![]() Under its glassy surface, an intricate network of membranes harness whizzing electrical circuits to sequester atmospheric carbon, purify water, and produce breathable oxygen. Its sophisticated internal codes enable it to replicate itself ten thousandfold without need of a 3-D printer. I hold in my hand the fruit of genius, a miniaturized product that powers itself by unfurling self-generated solar cells. ![]() ![]() ![]() She willingly enters the White Rose’s circle, where every hushed conversation, every small act of dissent could mean imprisonment or death at the hands of an infuriated Gestapo. Natalya Petrovich, a student, knows who is behind the leaflets-a secret group called the White Rose, led by siblings Hans and Sophie Scholl and their friends.Īs a volunteer nurse on the Russian front, Natalya witnessed the horrors of war first-hand. ![]() The leaflets are hidden in public places, or mailed to addresses selected at random from the phone book. In the summer of 1942, as war rages across Europe, a series of anonymous leaflets appears around the University of Munich, speaking out against escalating Nazi atrocities. ![]() GENRE: Fiction, Historical Fiction, Romanceĭrawing on the true story of the White Rose-the resistance movement of young Germans against the Nazi regime-The Traitor tells of one woman who offers her life in the ultimate battle against tyranny, during one of history’s darkest hours. ![]() |