He could see the tall, peeling yellow building at the periphery of his range of vision. But something about it struck him as strange. A shimmer, an unsteadiness, as if the building faded forward into stability and then retreated into insubstantial uncertainty. An oscillation, each phase lasting a few seconds and then blurring off into its opposite, a fairly regular variability as if an organic pulsation underlay the structure. As if, he thought, it’s alive.
Maybe I’ll just sit here parked for a while, he decided, and alpha meditate or go into various different altered states of consciousness.
If I had known it was harmless I would have killed it myself.
Purpose of life is unknown, and hence way to be is hidden from the eyes of living critters. Who can say if perhaps the schizophrenics are not correct? Mister, they take a brave journey. They turn away from mere things, which one may handle and turn to practical use; they turn inward to meaning. There, the black-night-without-bottom lies, the pit. Who can say if they will return? And if so, what will they be like, having glimpsed meaning? I admire them.
Mental illness is not funny.
People suffering nervous breakdowns often do a lot of research, to find explanations for what they are undergoing. the research, of course fails.
This is a cardboard universe, and if you lean too long or too heavily against it, you fall through.
Does she make the heavens fall?” “Yes, she pulls down everything.” Molinari nodded. “It’s a psionic talent she has... it’s called being a woman.
There is certainly no hope left of getting away. And it isn’t even terrible; it’s possibly funny, if even that. It’s embarrassing. That’s all. A little embarrassing to realize that I no longer control my life, that the major decisions have already been made, long before I was conscious that any change was occurring.
I remember something the Buddha said after he witnessed a supposed saint walk on water: ‘For a penny,’ the Buddha said, ‘I can board a ferry and do that.’ It was more practical, even for the Buddha, to cross the water normally. The normal and the supranormal were not antagonistic realms, after all.
She sighed. “Oh, God, to be in the flyship cruising through the void. That’s what I long for: an infinite void. With no human voices, no human smells, no human jaws masticating plastic chewing gum in nine iridescent colors.
But change’s always harsh on the loser. Nothing new.
There’s nothing worse than a perceptive universe if there’s something weird about you.
Wake up to a hearty, lip-smacking bowlful of nutritious, nourishing Ubik toasted flakes, the adult cereal that’s more crunchy, more tasty, more ummmish. Ubik breakfast cereal, the whole-bowl taste treat!
Office gossip annoyed him because it always proved better than the truth.
Who threw the stone at me? he asked himself. No one. But why does it bother me? I’ve undergone it before, during fusion. While using my empathy box, like everyone else. This isn’t new. But it was. Because, he thought, I did it alone.
The termination of a relationship,” he said, “is not a misunderstanding. It’s a reorganization of life.
She was a redhead and he liked redheads; they were either outrageously ugly or almost supernaturally attractive.
What you should do,” she told Fat during one of his darker hours, “is get into studying the characteristics of the T-34.” Fat asked what that was. It turned out that Sherri had read a book on Russion armor during World War Two. The T-34 tank had been the Soviet Union’s salvation and thereby the salvation of all the Allied Powers- and, by extension, Horselover Fat’s, since without the T-34 he would be speaking – not english or Latin or the koine – but German.
Life which we can no longer distinguish; life carefully buried up to its forehead in the carcass of a dead world. In every cinder of the universe Mercer probably perceives inconspicuous life. Now I know, he thought. And once having seen through Mercer’s eyes, I probably will never stop.