There is no shore on the other side
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
A commonplace book: an old-fashioned literary diary for recording interesting items from reading you've done. I use mine to record snippets from reading, conversation and life in general. (The early 2003 entries are from a period some years ago -- before the blog age -- when I tried an online commonplace book as a straight web page.)
Friday, April 25, 2014
Saturday, April 05, 2014
I cannot help thinking that liberal civilization—the rule of laws, not
men, of argument in place of force, of compromise in place of
violence—runs deeply against the human grain and is achieved and
sustained only by the most unremitting struggle against human nature.
The liberal virtues—tolerance, compromise, reason—remain as valuable as
ever, but they cannot be preached to those who are mad with fear or mad
with vengeance. In any case, preaching always rings hollow. We must be
prepared to defend them by force, and the failure of the sated,
cosmopolitan nations to do so has left the hungry nations sick with
contempt for us.
Michael Ignatieff
Michael Ignatieff
Monday, March 03, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Consciousness was indeed real. It had observable energy. That energy translated into movement, into work. That energy ordered information, the stuff of the world, the matter, and recycled that order back into itself, lifting itself to ever higher ground.
Kathleen Ann Goonan, Light Music
Kathleen Ann Goonan, Light Music
Friday, February 21, 2014
Consciousness was firmly embedded in the fabric of space and time, a material part of its vibrational energy. Consciousness, or mind, was not split off from matter, hovering outside it.... Instead, consciousness was within matter, of matter. It was matter looking at itself and being astonished. It was the point seeing the wave, or the wave seeing the point. Consciousness was quantum electrodynamism. Time turned back upon itself. Time splintering. Time strutting loose among the energy levels, only slightly stilled, slightly caught, in that glance called consciousness, the observer, the energy that made it into this and not-this, live cat and dead cat.
Kathleen Ann Goonan, Light Music
Kathleen Ann Goonan, Light Music
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