The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
THOMAS PYNCHONAll investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
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She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.
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Can’t say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.
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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.
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A screaming comes across the sky.
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All variables are independent.
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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Why should things be easy to understand?
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Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
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There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.
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There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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