Kindle Notes & Highlights
Anasazi
Instead they had vanished, leaving behind only their marvelous cliff dwellings to show that they had ever been.
with direction and purpose, breaking free of the fractal patterns in which they had heretofore been embedded.
tumescent
corposant
nimbus.
refulgent
What else is my DNA but a template?
“Is it dangerous?” he asked when he’d finished. “The concept is meaningless. Only existence has meaning.”
“Knowledge is camouflage,” he was told. “It merely disguises what lies beneath.”
Making sure it was still in all-wheel drive, he flicked on the engine, backed up, and began to edge down the dirt track that cut into the flank of the mesa like a brand on an old horse.
Playfully they moved toward it, anxious to do whatever was necessary to flee a reality they found unpleasantly constricting.
learning through drill what swifter minds seemed to absorb with nary a glance.
The smile of someone who didn’t need coffee first thing in the morning.
Permission was finally granted to the two officers to utilize the device they had discovered.
coruscating
like a square hole in a square doughnut.”
All an accelerator does is throw particles you can’t see against other particles you can’t see, to make more particles you can’t see half as well as the original ones, right?”
reprovingly.
It roared with full power, driving the craft forward instead of providing lift.
God had spent so much time preparing the ground here, he mused, that He’d grown tired and left without finishing the landscaping.
Geography that is spiritually as well as temporally tangent.
wincing as the skycutter impacted a pocket of inconsiderate air.
“One hatathli’s rainbow is another’s stream of photons,”
could be suggestive of something else,
“So much of our tradition is oral; so little written down.
If this balance is upset, even unintentionally, all kinds of terrible things can happen.
I thought we were discussing traditional Navaho medicine, not quantum mechanics.”
“A rose by any other name.”
might be a good idea to keep an eye on the sky.”
“Keep in mind that the Universe is affected by what is good, which in Navaho means that which is under control, and that which is evil, which is anything out of control.
His mind swarmed with unbidden images of strange craft inhabited by alien creatures, of refuse dumped just outside reality, waiting to be gathered up by a garbage truck that was a thousand years behind schedule.
Someone had watched and waited while that garbage was being dumped, the way a cat waits for its chance.
rediscovered how to access that which had been left behind.
akin to dropping a pocket nuclear device in a schoolyard.
Snakes. What else was unto a serpent?
“This is what we have left behind and this is what it does—but don't do it or it will remove your face.”
no fool is so dangerous as a fearless one.
The one thing Moody hated more than anything else was to be ignored.
“but the chants and sandpaintings described to us as children were always designed to deal with powers beyond human control.
The hatathlis like to say that what can harm a man can also cure him.
You do not operate a particle accelerator by pushing an ‘On’ button.
none of them aware of the existence of the alien web all around them, through which they passed as smoothly as sharks through saltwater.
The ghosts in the machine.
What might they not find when they went fishing in those warm alien depths?
Knowledge is an abstraction, and people no longer kill for abstractions. Only nations do that.
squatted here relying for information on a mendacious alien vocomposite.
mysterious melange of mutating Mandlebrot patterns and rainbow threads and incorporeal coronas?
How did a good cop stake out the impossible?
It is always hard when reality intrudes on belief.
