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And then wondered if he was speaking to his stump or to his missing hand.
“Accidents and acts of God don’t mean a thing, unless they’re followed later by acts of will.
“If he had a hand,” said Gous. “If I had a hand,” said Ramse.
“Mr. Kline, surely you’re enough of an armchair philosopher to realize that everything is a reconstruction of something else? Reality is a desperate and evasive creature.”
You’ve only got one finger left, And it’s pointing at the door. Beck, “Lord Only Knows”
“Who asks for anything? That’s not how life works.”
The trick, he told himself, is knowing when to leave, and then leaving.
How much weirder, thought Kline, is it possible for my life to get? And then he pushed the thought down and tried to ignore it, afraid of what the answer might be.
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
It began at first as idle speculation, an interest in certain early Christian gnostic groups followed by a fascination for certain passages of scripture, followed by the notion that indeed our hand did offend us and thus it needed to be cut off.
If the loss of one limb brings one closer to God, they reasoned, additional losses would bring them even closer.”
“Less is more,”
“You are the Son of God returned.”
How many whales do you suppose God will deign send to swallow you? When does God run out of whales?”
Curiosity is a terrible thing, he was thinking. How is it possible to stop oneself from needing to know?
But they were a part of a velocity that still carried him forward
“Always game for a game,
How do you know the moment when you cease to be human?
