The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside.
I find the universe so staggering that I just don’t have any faith in my ability to grasp it.
We’re living on the Planet of the Apes. Is that funny or serious?
Accuracy of signal and free flow of information define sanity in my epistemology.
Stupidity is a blockage in the ability to receive, integrate and transmit new signals.
He who lives happiest has forgotten most.
Blue uniforms are real. Cops are a social fiction.
Voting wouldn’t excite me unless it included electing the directors of the big banks and corporations, who make the real decisions that affect our lives. It’s hard to get excited about the trained seals in Washington.
The things that hinder me are opportunities to learn more and develop further.
I will do anything, including highway robbery and murder, to avoid leaving my children in poverty.
I’m the kind of anarchist whose chief objection to the State is that it kills so many people. Government is the epitome of the deathist philosophy I reject.
The land monopoly always starts with conquest. Shot and shell are the coins of purchase, as Herbert Spencer said. Except by force of arms, nobody “owns” the earth, anymore than the moon, the planets, the stars themselves.
I read everything, including the labels on canned food. I’m a hopeless print addict, a condition alleviated only by daily meditation which breaks the linear-Aristotelian trance. National Lampoon, Scientific American are what I read most obsessively.
Belief in the traditional sense, or certitude, or dogma, amounts to the grandiose delusion, “My current model” – or grid, or map, or reality-tunnel – “contains the whole universe and will never need to be revised.” In terms of the history of science and knowledge in general, this appears absurd and arrogant to me, and I am perpetually astonished that so many people still manage to live with such a medieval attitude.
I would hate to be taken seriously. Serious people are always so grim and uptight that they make me want to dance naked on the lawn playing a flute.
He had decided that what was going on was that everybody was very carefully avoiding paying attention to what was going on.
Now you know how I fooled you,” he would say. “Try to figure out on your own how your congressmen and clergymen fool you. There is no restraint that isn’t self-imposed: you are all absolutely free.
In almost all other professions a man must be able to observe carefully and report accurately what he has seen. Those qualifications are unnecessary for journalists, however, since their job is to write sensational stories that sell newspapers.
The numbers of universes perceived by human beings does not equal the population of the planet, but several times the population of the planet. It thus appears some sort of miracle that we sometimes find it possible to communicate with each other at all, at all.
Drest had made a careful study of the Discordian philosophy and realized it was the kind of outlandish nonsense that would appeal to the kind of people who made all the trouble in history-brilliant, intellectual, slightly deranged dope fiends and oddball math-and-technology buffs.