Geometry for Ocelots

by Exurb1a

if I may say so. For I do say so. For I did. Just then. In the moment trailing yet unattainably close behind us now as moments always do. . .

What was it to be anything?

the universe was a mystery in plain sight,

True liberation is through the recognition of one’s unopposable oppressors.”

left in existence only to perceive the subsequent lashes of pain followed by pain.

The question is not can they reason, nor can they talk, but can they suffer.

I’ve put no new things in her mind at all, he thought.

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You have spent years lost, unable to find your place in the world. But all of this was to serve the function of demonstrating to you what love is not, so that when you came upon the real thing, you would know it by contrast to its previous imitations.

every evening I will see that sunset and miss you. I will become a machine with the sole purpose of missing you.

We are the fighters of entropy.

Be kind, and when you can’t be kind, be fair. And when you can’t be fair, be clever. And when you can’t be clever, please be kind again.

“One doesn’t argue with children, but only waits for them to mature.”

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If I behaved well just because I’d been told to, with the threat of hell or what have you, that isn’t really good behaviour at all, but a celestial hostage situation.”

But do we have to cheapen the majesty of nature by trying to see divine purpose in it?

The price of having these things is taking responsibility for them.

That’s Mr Sir to You.

We started with trying to understand the mechanics of the heavens. We concluded with pleasure cruises and little plastic drinking straws. What had gone wrong? How had we learned to unhear the cosmic music? It was all fact without wonder.

Not kindly, not unkindly, Anaximander replied, “No.”

The door refused to close, dutifully waiting with an infrared eye for her to leave so it might roll aside and forget her forever.

Hisarya looked at the pain and tried to observe it until it faded. It only seemed to grow more strident at the pleasure of being watched.

Ursula K. Le Guin