More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Hell isn't a fire pit but a museum of regrets.
We also know now that this isn't really a limit for light, but for causation. Nothing may be caused faster than around 300,000,000 metres per second. The universe is fastidious like that.
Unitocracy: The political practice of governing as though multiple parties can be democratically elected, while ruling from behind each of them. Excellent for averting revolution.
This was a quandary. And in trying to solve this quandary we began the slow trudge towards a truth with prickles.
If philosophers gave clear answers then surely the whole field would've died out with the Greeks.
For he did love her, I think we can say for sure. In that distant way, at least. He thought about her while brushing his teeth, walking home from work.
Inaction is the primary refuge of those who prefer their own constructed realities to the beautiful chaos of the real world.
His wife was a model of virtue. She listened to his ranting and ravings and didn’t interrupt to tell him they were bullshit. She did not leave hairs on the soap. She stayed well away from his browser history.
He couldn’t stand watching everyone’s faces go from neutral to suddenly smiling the second the camera was raised, then back to neutral again. It made him feel unwell.
STAY CALM and SHIT OUTSIDE OCCASIONALLY.
Look deep enough into whatever it is you love, and you'll find the black nothing at the bottom too.
Along with the surprise of this little intimacy I was reminded of another emotion; The Fear. In those rare moments when another human piques your interest, it is accompanied by the quiet panic that you, and only you, are invested so deeply and so quickly. Maybe for them it's just a passing game or fancy, and in an hour or so they'll go back to their life and never think of you again.
you don’t convince the living to behave in a proper way, you just wait for them to die and hope their children grow up a little kinder and wiser than their parents.
Why is there never an objective? And now I think about it, if there were, what would it even be? The answer is perhaps the same for us here at the end of history as it was for our ancestors millions of years ago at the beginning: to live well, to live quietly, and to die without too much of a fuss. And if we are very, very lucky, to love properly at least once. But we are clever. We find distractions.
Where there are tyrants, we’ll bring death. Where there are no tyrants, we’ll call them tyrants and we’ll bring death.
Where there is anarchy, we’ll bring laws. Where there is no anarchy, we’ll call it anarchy and we'll bring laws.
I often think it’s a terrible shame that good people are struck down by unpleasant impulses like drug abuse or an inability to shut up about politics while you’re having a beer with them.
