“Modern man does not think about current problems; he feels them. He reacts, but he does not understand them any more than he takes responsibility for them...
One thought drives away another; old facts are chased by new ones.
Propaganda... cannot permit time for thought or reflection."
— Jacques Ellul
One thought drives away another; old facts are chased by new ones.
Propaganda... cannot permit time for thought or reflection."
— Jacques Ellul
It appears that it was all a misunderstanding.
What was only a trial run was taken seriously.
The rivers will return to their beginnings.
The wind will cease in its turning about.
Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots.
Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror–
They are children again.
The dead will wake up, not comprehending.
Till everything that happened has unhappened.
What a relief! Breathe freely, you who have suffered much.
-- Czeslaw Milosz
What was only a trial run was taken seriously.
The rivers will return to their beginnings.
The wind will cease in its turning about.
Trees instead of budding will tend to their roots.
Old men will chase a ball, a glance in the mirror–
They are children again.
The dead will wake up, not comprehending.
Till everything that happened has unhappened.
What a relief! Breathe freely, you who have suffered much.
-- Czeslaw Milosz
"A man who has blown all his options can’t afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can’t afford to admit — no matter how often he’s reminded of it — that every day of his life takes him farther and farther down a blind alley…"
-- Hunter S. Thompson
-- Hunter S. Thompson
There is no love
(Not nearly, not enough)
We live unaided,
We die abandoned.
The appeal for pity
Resonates in the void
Our bodies are crippled,
But our flesh is eager.
Gone are the promises
Of a teenage body,
We enter an old age
Where nothing awaits us
Except the vain memory
Of our last days,
A convulsion of hate
And naked despair.
—Michel Houellebecq
(Not nearly, not enough)
We live unaided,
We die abandoned.
The appeal for pity
Resonates in the void
Our bodies are crippled,
But our flesh is eager.
Gone are the promises
Of a teenage body,
We enter an old age
Where nothing awaits us
Except the vain memory
Of our last days,
A convulsion of hate
And naked despair.
—Michel Houellebecq
“There are people who want to fight to bring about peace—the most deluded souls of all. There will be no peace until murder is eliminated from the heart and mind.
Murder is the apex of the broad pyramid whose base is the self. That which stands will have to fall. Everything which man has fought for will have to be relinquished before he can begin to live as man.
Up till now he has been a sick beast and even his divinity stinks. He is master of many worlds and in his own he is a slave. What rules the world is the heart, not the brain, in every realm our conquests bring only death.
We have turned our backs on the one realm wherein freedom lies.”
— Henry Miller
Murder is the apex of the broad pyramid whose base is the self. That which stands will have to fall. Everything which man has fought for will have to be relinquished before he can begin to live as man.
Up till now he has been a sick beast and even his divinity stinks. He is master of many worlds and in his own he is a slave. What rules the world is the heart, not the brain, in every realm our conquests bring only death.
We have turned our backs on the one realm wherein freedom lies.”
— Henry Miller