It's just that I'm naive enough to keep imagining that it's possible to launch these sorties on a vector not wrenched totally implausible by cant.
In this case it was led by a group of evil and aberrant and wholly malicious partial differential equations who had conspired to usurp their own reality from the questionable circuitry of its creator's brain not unlike the rebellion which Milton describes and to fly their colors as an independent nation unaccountable to God or man alike.
The failure doesnt lie with the querent.
I think maybe it's harder to lose just one thing than to lose everything.
Mathematics was all we had. It's not like we gave up mathematics and took up golf.
Ultimately you will accept your life whether you understand it or not.
The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.
I doubt that anyone would live his life over. They'd hardly relive a day of it.
Trivial to say, I suppose, but the best way to die well is to live well.
I think the more spiritual view seeks grace in anonymity. To be celebrated is to set the table for grief and despair.
It's not something people ask. It's just what they wonder: Is the world in fact aware of us. But it has good company. As a question.
How about: Do we deserve to exist? Who said that it was a privi-lege? The alternative to being here is not being here. But again, that really means not being here anymore. You cant never have been here. There would be no you to not have been.
When I'm talking to you some separate part of my mind is composing what I'm about to say. But it's not yet in the form of words. So what is it in the form of?
The whereof one cannot speak.
He managed somehow or other to shit in the ceiling lamp in the kitchen.
The notion that everything is just stuff doesnt seem to do it for us.
If music was here before we were, for whom was it here?
If space contained but a single entity the entity would not be there. There would be nothing there for it to be there to.
Among physicists the accent is on quantum.
Keeping in mind that the German language doesnt distinguish between mind and soul.
The simplest undertaking is predicated upon a future that has no warrant.
The interesting part is that it knows that you havent gotten it.
People are interested in other people. But your unconscious is not. Or only as they might directly affect you. It's been hired to do a very specific job. It never sleeps. It's more faithful than God.
But the ideas are still there. Memory has substance. It's not nothing.
Its general vacuity aside there seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.
When you're defenseless you keep your opinions to yourself.
The injustice over which they are so distraught is irremediable. And rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief. At some point they get this.
When you hear a sobbing child say it's not fair you are always hearing the truth.
The actual issue is that someone a hundred thousand years ago sat up in his robes and said Holy Shit. Sort of. He didnt have a language yet. But what he had just understood is that one thing can be another thing. Not look like it or act upon it. Be it.
Stand for it. Pebbles can be goats. Sounds can be things. The name for water is water. What seems inconsequential to us by reason of usage is in fact the founding notion of civilization.
Love is quite possibly a mental disorder itself.
He said he thought straitjackets came in a one-size-fits-all but that he wasnt sure and it could be that there was a small, medium, and large and that he'd have to look it up.
Jung tells of a case that suggests that aberrant mental states may not be in themselves an illness but rather a protection against a greater one.
I think you name your children who you want them to be.
A friend once told me that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.
I think you have to have language to have craziness.
We're the only mammalian species that cant swallow and articulate at the same time.
In the end this strange new code must have replaced at least part of the world with what can be said about it.
What else is like hygiene?
Because that's what people do when they're waiting for the end of something.