She asked the girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said dead.
To prepare for any struggle is largely a work of unburdening oneself. If you carry your past into battle you are riding to your death. Austerity lifts the heart and focuses the vision. Travel light. A few ideas are enough. Every remedy for loneliness only postpones it. And that day is coming in which there will be no remedy at all.
He said that a Godless life would not prepare one for a Godless death. To that I have no answer.
Where he walked the tideline at dusk the last red reaches of the sun flared slowly out along the sky to the west and the tidepools stood like spills of blood. He stopped to look back at his bare footprints. Filling with water one by one. The reefs seemed to move slowly in the last hours and the late colors of the sun drained away and then the sudden darkness fell like a foundry shutting down for the night.
If you’re sane enough to know that you’re crazy then you’re not as crazy as if you thought you were sane.
It’s all right to say that the reason we cant fully grasp the quantum world is because we didnt evolve in that world.
What was it you said? After the math comes the aftermath?
There is mass hatred and there is mass grief. Mass vengeance and even mass suicide. But there is no mass forgiveness. There is only you.
I think that if there was a reason then that would just be one more thing to inquire about. My notion is you probably make up reasons after you’ve decided what it is you’re goin to do. Or not do.
They came to know the night skys well. Western eyes that read more geometric constructions than those names given by the ancients.
The more naive your life the more frightening your dreams. Your unconscious will keep trying to wake you. In every sense. Imperilment is bottomless. As long as you are breathing you can always be more scared.
The horrors of the past lose their edge, and in the doing they blind us to a world careening toward a darkness beyond the bitterest speculation.
The real issue is that every line is a broken line. You retrace your steps and nothing is familiar. So you turn around to come back only now you’ve got the same problem going the other way. Every worldline is discrete and the caesura ford a void that is bottomless. Every step traverses death.
He knew that on the day of his death he would see her face and he could hope to carry that beauty into the darkness with him, the last pagan on earth, singing softly upon his pallet in an unknown tongue.
It must surely be true that there is no such collective domain of joy as there is of sorrow. You cant be sure that another man’s happiness resembles your own. But where the collective of pain is concerned there can be little doubt at all.
We’ve been a long time without a nuclear war. Yes. Well, it’s probably like any bankruptcy. The longer you’re able to put it off the worse it’s going to be. The next great war wont arrive until everyone who remembers the last one is dead.
I think what is being pointed out is that human consciousness and reality are not the same thing.
As for myself again if I cant be decorum’s sworn enemy while savoring its fruits I simply see no place for me at all.
Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison.
I suppose it should be a comfort to understand that one cannot be dead forever where there’s no forever to be dead in.