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I'm not religious. … Religion is based on scripture written by men thousands of years ago. Those beliefs can't be changed or challenged. They're fixed.
In science, great thinkers have written things very long ago, but every generation improves upon them. The words are not holy. Einstein is a brilliant man, but he's not our god; he's one step in the evolution of knowledge, but we always continue to step forward.
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We're already married in the spiritual world.
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Ian Gray: I do believe we've known each other since forever, though.
Sofi Elizondo: Really?
Ian Gray: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So, my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So, my atoms have known your atoms, and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.
Sofi Elizondo: Really?
Ian Gray: Yeah. You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So, my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So, my atoms have known your atoms, and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have always loved your atoms.
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Ian Gray: What's your favourite flower?
Sofi Elizondo: Dandelions.
Ian Gray: Okay, why?
Sofi Elizondo: 'Cause they're free, wild, and you can't buy them.
Sofi Elizondo: Dandelions.
Ian Gray: Okay, why?
Sofi Elizondo: 'Cause they're free, wild, and you can't buy them.
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Priya Varma: You know, a scientist once asked the Dalai Lama, "What would you do if something scientific disproved your religious beliefs?" And he said, after much thought, "I would look at all the papers. I'd take a look at all the research and really try to understand things. And in the end, if it was clear that the scientific evidence disproved my spiritual beliefs, I would change my beliefs."
Ian Gray: That's a good answer.
Priya Varma: Ian, what would you do if something spiritual disproved your scientific beliefs?
Ian Gray: That's a good answer.
Priya Varma: Ian, what would you do if something spiritual disproved your scientific beliefs?
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Sofi Elizondo: Do you know the story of the Phasianidæ?
Ian Gray: The…no, what's that?
Sofi Elizondo: It's a bird that experiences all of time in one instant. And she sings the song of love and anger and fear and joy and sadness all at once, all combined into one magnificent sound.
Ian Gray: Where are you from?
Sofi Elizondo: Another planet. … And this bird, when she meets the love of her life, is both happy and sad: happy because she sees that for him it is the beginning, and sad because she knows it is already over.
Ian Gray: The…no, what's that?
Sofi Elizondo: It's a bird that experiences all of time in one instant. And she sings the song of love and anger and fear and joy and sadness all at once, all combined into one magnificent sound.
Ian Gray: Where are you from?
Sofi Elizondo: Another planet. … And this bird, when she meets the love of her life, is both happy and sad: happy because she sees that for him it is the beginning, and sad because she knows it is already over.
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Sofi Elizondo: How many senses do worms have?
Ian Gray: They have two: smell and touch. Why?
Sofi Elizondo: So, they live without any ability to see or even know about light, right? The notion of light to them is unimaginable.
Ian Gray: Yeah.
Sofi Elizondo: But we humans, we know that light exists—all around them, right on top of them, they cannot sense it. But with a little mutation, they do. Right?
Ian Gray: Correct.
Sofi Elizondo: So, Doctor Eye, perhaps some humans, rare humans, have mutated to have another sense—a spirit sense—and can perceive a world that is right on top of us, everywhere, just like the light on these worms.
Ian Gray: They have two: smell and touch. Why?
Sofi Elizondo: So, they live without any ability to see or even know about light, right? The notion of light to them is unimaginable.
Ian Gray: Yeah.
Sofi Elizondo: But we humans, we know that light exists—all around them, right on top of them, they cannot sense it. But with a little mutation, they do. Right?
Ian Gray: Correct.
Sofi Elizondo: So, Doctor Eye, perhaps some humans, rare humans, have mutated to have another sense—a spirit sense—and can perceive a world that is right on top of us, everywhere, just like the light on these worms.
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Sofi Elizondo: When I saw you that night, I…I had the feeling that I had known you. Actually, I felt like you knew me.
Ian Gray: What do you mean?
Sofi Elizondo: Like we are connected from past lives.
Ian Gray: I don't believe in that.
Sofi Elizondo: What do you believe in?
Ian Gray: I'm a scientist; I believe in data.
Ian Gray: What do you mean?
Sofi Elizondo: Like we are connected from past lives.
Ian Gray: I don't believe in that.
Sofi Elizondo: What do you believe in?
Ian Gray: I'm a scientist; I believe in data.
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Sofi Elizondo: Why are you working so hard to disprove God?
Ian Gray: "Disprove"? Who proved that God was there in the first place?
Ian Gray: "Disprove"? Who proved that God was there in the first place?
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Cremation is like obliteration. I mean, what if, in the future, the scientists—what if they can reconstitute our selves through our D. N. A.?
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Every living person on this planet has their own unique pair of eyes. Each their own universe.
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I think it's dangerous to play God.
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I want you to burn me.
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Opening line.
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The phrase Karen is referencing comes from 255c of Plato's Phaedrus:
And when this feeling continues and he is nearer to him and embraces him, in gymnastic exercises and at other times of meeting, then the fountain of that stream, which Zeus when he was in love with Ganymede named Desire, overflows upon the lover, and some enters into his soul, and some when he is filled flows out again; and as a breeze or an echo rebounds from the smooth rocks and returns whence it came, so does the stream of beauty, passing through the eyes which are the windows of the soul, come back to the beautiful one; there arriving and quickening the passages of the wings, watering them and inclining them to grow, and filling the soul of the beloved also with love.