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The House of the Spirits
How much does a man live, after all?
Does he live a thousand days, or one only?
For a week, or for several centuries?
How long does a man spend dying?
What does it mean to say “for ever”?
-Pablo Neruda
“Carried away by vocational zeal, the priest had all he could do to avoid openly disobeying the ( Read more... ) -
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There is a Raw food potluck Tomorrow-> Friday May 25th ( Read more... ) -
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Lately I guess I've been posting a lot of other people's words, and not my own.
Maybe that will change soon.
My Life,,. now:
My mind is full of:
Work -> I am moving to working Panini station at the Wild Oat. and maybe becoming a manager.
Vaughn-> Might be going to jail for "possession for the purpose of trafficking." It's his birthday today. Court ( Read more... ) -
Best Vonnegut Yet (For Me)
I am on a Vonnegut kick.
"As Bokonon says: 'Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.'"
"My second wife had left me on the grounds that I was too pessimistic for an optimist to live with."
"Midgets are, after all, diversions for silly or quiet times..." [?!?]
"Newt's painting was small and black and warty.
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"He knew with all his heart that the human situation was a frightful botch, but it was such a logical, intelligently arrived-at botch that he couldn't see how history could possibly have led anywhere else."
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Slaughterhouse-Five
" 'Why Me?'
'That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?'
'Yes.' Billy, in fact had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.
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It seems to me that sunsets get more incredible and intense as we plunge to our doom. (Doom is perhaps too strong a word). Like we are being given a warning, and all we are doing is looking to the sky and saying "wow!"
In any case, tonight's sunset was fucking amazing.
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"And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank ( Read more... )
