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an intimacy with power,
To find that Gravity, taken so for granted, is really something eerie, Messianic, extrasensory in Earth’s mindbody . .
secular,
Everything that is named is under our domain, secular
. . .
She watches Marvy’s face as he pays Monika, watches him in this primal American act, paying, more deeply himself than when coming, or asleep, or maybe even dying.
silence.
My style is overwhelming rage contrasting with the shadow of dyscontrol and fate
He
Passion comes from the universe aligning
“We’re all going to fail,” Sir Marcus primping his curls, “but the Operation won’t.”
No joy, no real surrender. Only the demands of the Operation. Each of us has his place, and the tenants come and go, but the places remain. . . .
Creative paranoia means developing at least as thorough a We-system as a They-system—”
I am Gravity, I am That against which the Rocket must struggle, to which the prehistoric wastes submit and are transmuted to the very substance of History.
shaken skies
remembered shames,
willing to flame out in one grand burst instead of patiently waiting out their design hours. . .
Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower.
. . .
Is there an idea that ends all ideas? That unlocks serenity in the mind? Yes, one that is intertwined biologically so that a catastrophic injury is the result of it.
Injustice cannot conquer Principle, Principle cannot conquer Law, Law cannot conquer Power, Power cannot conquer Heaven.
adventure.
Nations are group creations
there is always the danger of falling.
“Suicide is a freedom even the lowest enjoy. But you would deny that freedom to a people.”
“I’m projecting my own death-wish, and it comes out looking like you. Uglier then I ever dreamed.”
When something real is about to happen to you, you go toward it with a transparent surface parallel to your own front that hums and bisects both your ears, making eyes very alert. The light bends toward chalky blue. Your skin aches. At last: something real.
