Bless the Maker and all His Water. Bless the coming and going of Him, May His passing cleanse the world. May He keep the world for his people.
One of the problems, hanging out with me, is that I can turn any topic into a toxic horror story. I've lost two girlfriends and a job by reading an ingredients label out loud, with annotations, at the wrong time.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war."
WAR, n. A by-product of the arts of peace.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission to the impending visitation, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.
"I think oysters are more beautiful than any religion," [Clovis] resumed presently. "They not only forgive our unkindness to them; they justify it, they incite us to go on being perfectly horrid to them. Once they arrive at the supper-table they seem to enter thoroughly into the spirit of the thing. There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster. "
The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go she went.
Adaptation to one's environment makes for a sort of survival; but after all, the supreme victory is only won by those who prove themselves of so much hardier stuff than the rest that no power on earth is able to destroy them. The people who have really made history are the martyrs.
if she had had time to put on her good clothes she would have looked dreadful; as it was she looked rather nice
it was nearly noon on the following day when Shasta was wakened by something warm and soft moving over his face. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the long face of a horse; its nose and lips were almost touching his. he remembered the exciting events of the previous night and sat up.but as he did he groaned "Ow, Bree" he gasped. "I'm so sore.all over i can hardly move."
"good morning, small one," said Bree. "i was afraid you might feel a bit stiff."
"it was naught, playmate, very naught of thee to use us so."
"Pleas," she said "you're so beautiful. you may eat me if you like"
"you'd like to come and see them, wouldn't you?" said Lucy kissing Aravis.
IDIOT, n. A member of a large and powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant and controlling. The Idiot's activity is not confined to any special field of thought or action, but "pervades and regulates the whole." He has the last word in everything; his decision is unappealable. He sets the fashions and opinion of taste, dictates the limitations of speech and circumscribes conduct with a dead-line.
"Come slow and bring four keys."
"In my first arm, a storm.
My second, the rush of plagued rain
The third, all the tinder of Anu.
The fourth, the very eyes of Padhome."
NON-COMBATANT, n. A dead Quaker.
”Honor ruled by steel and strength through truth. Perseverance brings victory.“
They claimed that the old man had a knuckle-duster on his right, which is ridiculous and a dirty lie. He had it on his left.
CAMILLA: You, sir, should unmask.
STRANGER: Indeed?
CASSILDA: Indeed it's time. We all have laid aside disguise but you.
STRANGER: I wear no mask.
Grasp this simple truth -- "q'zi no vano thzina ualizz" -- "When I contradict myself, I am telling the truth."
Rule #7: Always be specific when you lie.
2000 degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. You'll go into shock... and all you'll feel is... cold. Isn't science fun, Mickey?
No, GIR, these pigs are for science! SCIENCE!
UN-AMERICAN, adj. Wicked, intolerable, heathenish.
...and then watch you transform more and more into what you really are deep down in your heart.Dib: Deep down I'm bologna?Zim: ...Yes.Dib: That's just dumb.Zim: Dumb like a moose, Dib, dumb like a moose!
You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad...
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding...
MARRIAGE, n. The state or condition of a community consisting of a master, a mistress and two slaves, making in all, two.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Apocatastasis. What it means:
1) Restoration, re-establishment, renovation
2) Return to a previous condition
3) (Astronomy) Return to the same apparent position, completion of a period of revolution.
Think about it.
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.
Note the casualness of the conversation, the hint of indifference. The tone conceals any hint of reverence for the proposed undertaking--to go fish the crick. But both Retch and I know that we speak of solemn and elaborate ritual. We are talking religious experience here, mysticism, transcendentalism even.
Is there an indelible line between sanity and insanity? Or do they change, from one into the other, without the slightest provocation? We'll find out that the world itself is insane.
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.