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run them tandem at a certain speed and what is this that looks like life?
At 193 to 194 the description of frame by frame giving the illusion of continuity is a description of the granularity of time and relational events. We now know time and space are not continuous,but comprised of discrete quanta. One event is comprised of the relationship between its elements and to the events that preceded. But events are only possibilities until they are observed, which we call "happen". And they only happen in the way the observer sees them as to that observer. This is so because different observers exist in different times. There is no simultaneity. See Einstein, Albert, Special Theory of Relativity.
The upshot is that each observer exists in each "frame" or grain of reality differently. So everything, every event, exists in its own separate universe.
You might think the trick is to pick the track of some collateral reality. If you fail to see the fallacy.
sinistralium
Do I? Who you gonna ask? And dont call me Shirley. I’ve
aspergillum.
Hobbes’s Leviathan.
I shall not die for thee oh woman of body like a swan.
Laird-Turner Meteor.
The wicked flee when none pursue.
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SR 4756
The Kid gestured into the room. She
I can count forward without repeating myself and backward without starting over.
progeny
What’s the adjective most commonly attached to cynicism? I dont know. Cheap?
I suppose it should be a comfort to understand that one cannot be dead forever where there’s no forever to be dead in.
My sands are run.
Host and sorrow to waste as one without distinction until the wretched coagulant is shoveled into the ground at last and the rain primes the stones for fresh tragedies.
When smart people do dumb things it’s usually due to one of two things. The two things are greed and fear. They want something they’re not supposed to have or they’ve done something they werent supposed to do. In either case they’ve usually fastened on to a set of beliefs that are supportive of their state of mind but at odds with reality. It has become more important to them to believe than to know. Does that make sense to you?
He thought about the passenger but he never went back out to the islands.
He was much as she’d described him. The hairless skull corraded with the scars perhaps come by at his unimaginable creation. The funny oarlike shoes he wore. His seal’s flippers splayed on the arms of the chair. Are you alone? said Western. Jesus, Jonathan. Yeah. I’m alone. Cant stay long. I’m just sort of playing hooky, actually. You werent sent here to see me.
You got people who think it would be a good idea to discover the true nature of darkness. The hive of darkness and the lair thereof. You can see them out there with their lanterns. What is wrong with this picture? A thin crack of thunder rolled down the black sky.
think half the time she thought I was there just to pick her brain. Well fuck it. Maybe I was. Half the time. Some evil little shit from some heretofore unknown hinterworld to ferry data back to Base One to gear up for the big one. Is the big one coming? What do you think? Probably. Yeah. Probably. Like probably the sun rose this morning. Jesus. I
Base One?
stuff you get into when you start looking at four-dimensional lattices and then we’re back to the same dreary bullshit about what’s real and what aint and who gets to say. Some of this stuff is its own log by definition and pretty much the whole shebang is running at twenty-four seven culpability.
Still it’s odd how little folks benefit from learning what’s ahead. Dont they look at the ticket?
What you want me to believe, said Western, is that you came here to help her in some way. Help her in what way? She’s dead. When she was alive. Jesus. How do I know? You see a figure drifting off the screen and you pick up the phone. How do you know that the call of the coletit from the bracken is not really the lamentations of the damned? The world’s a deceptive place. A lot of things that you see are not really there anymore.
She knew that in the end you really cant know. You cant get hold of the world. You can only draw a picture. Whether it’s a bull on the wall of a cave or a partial differential equation it’s all the same thing.
Are you saying that the only difference between her and everybody else is that you dont have a template for her? No, you are.
You dont always get what you want. But then you dont always want what you get so it’s probably pretty much of a wash.
People want to be reimbursed for their pain. They seldom are.
In the coming night he thought that men would band together in the hills. Feeding their small fires with the deeds and the covenants and the poetry of their fathers. Documents they’d no gift to read in a cold to loot men of their souls.
kingdom of coital cattle or whatever the fuck they call it.
If I could plan my life I wouldnt want to live it.
you understand that the world and all in it will soon cease to be. You believe that it will begin again. You point to other lives. But their world was never yours.
Emory.
The bad news is that that’s the good news.
think the ability to evaluate danger in the face of it is largely genetic. If you have it it’s been a long time
She wanted to not have been. Period.
Do you really think that you could see Jesus and not know who the hell it was? Did he say anything?
The Israelite heals. That’s all you need to know. Let me quote Thomas Barefoot to you. His truth is not going to come back to him void. It’s going to do what he wants it to do.
when you have seen Jesus once you have seen him forever. Case closed.