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September 27 - October 7, 2025
Our lives are not in our bodies, but are distributed things, partly contained in us, partly in those persons and institutions which make up the landscape of our lives.
“It has gotten worse, as you well know. That is change. Most change is for the worse. All change increases entropy, even change for the good.”
Have I not said that freedom is like the sea? That a man may swim in any direction he chooses, but all he will do in that sea is drown.
“Much of the truth has ever been believed myth by most people, and much myth truth.”
“There are more things in heaven and Earth, doctor, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
The light—as I have had uncounted occasions to learn—is forever blinding.
Across every possible present, it moved at once. It stood astride time itself like a colossus, its unseen feet anchored beyond the horizon of my sight.
“We cannot decide the world we live in ourselves, but we can change the world for those who follow after.”
We are beasts of burden, we men. We struggle, and by that struggle are filled.
Man is not matter, but a phenomenon, a wave crashing across the unpastured universe.
“History only repeats itself because human nature never changes,” Edouard said. “We think we’ve come so far, but all the miles we’ve walked since we left the Garden are as inches measured against the light-years we have to go.”
Always forward, always down. And never left nor right.
Kharn Sagara was evil. I say it plain. And we should not suffer evil to endure.
A man is a story, a thread winding back through time from death to conception, an unbroken line—save where the powers of our universe intervene. A man is neither body nor soul, but a soul incarnate.
“Pain teaches mercy,” I said. “You suffer so that you understand suffering, so that you do not inflict it without need. Pain makes us human, teaches us to be . . . human.”