"Preposition
This is a fine form to make a prepositional proposition in.

The proposition is this: prepositions are fine to end a sentence with."

-Bo Burnham


I'm so glad somebody said it!

If you like Adrian Bliss but didn't know he wrote a book.

This is not a factual history book but a comedic and fictionalized retelling of history from the pov of semi-fictional side characters.

🎶Get back
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Get back to where you once belonged🎶

This is so true!😁 Just when you're enjoying a nonfic book and feel like you're learning something, you see experts shitting on it.

There’s a kind of intelligence that doesn’t feel like
“knowing more,” but like noticing more precisely

At first, everything looks like separate facts symptoms, concepts, arguments, names. But over time, you start seeing the hidden continuity underneath them. The way physiology becomes pathology under stress. The way philosophy becomes psychology when applied to people. The way nothing really stays in its own box.

That’s where thinking gets interesting: when categories stop behaving like walls and start behaving like lenses.


And the strange thing is, the more refined your thinking becomes, the less satisfying quick certainty feels. You start preferring accurate confusion over comfortable conclusions.

So the work quietly shifts. Not toward “figuring everything out,” but toward learning how to think without collapsing complexity into simplicity too early 🩺📚

-Notes from the wards.

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Where is Harlem
Where is Darcy
Where's that missed land
of my fancy
Where is silence
Where is Rome
Naboth's vineyard
Ancestral home

Where is muchness
When there's too much
Some drunk on life
Have thirsts to quench
Some wide awake
Ever flinching
On the third watch
Overreaching wonder

Where is sleep
Omni-stopping
And the nightskies
Enveloping
On his last hike of goodbye
Where did Moses go to die

Frankenstein is perfect, man. Existentialists can't hold a candle to Mary.

"One day, when I was oppressed by cold, I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars, and was overcome with delight at the warmth I experienced from it. In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain.
How strange, I thought, that the same cause should produce such opposite effects!"

"I examined the materials of the fire, and to my joy found it to be composed of wood. I quickly collected some branches; but they were wet, and would not burn. I was pained at this, and sat still watching the operation of the fire. The wet wood which I had placed near the heat dried, and itself became inflamed.

I reflected on this; and, by touching the various branches, I discovered the cause, and busied myself in collecting a great quantity of wood, that I might dry it, and have a plentiful supply of fire. When night came on, and brought sleep with it, I was in the greatest fear lest my fire should be extinguished. I covered it carefully with dry wood and leaves, and placed wet branches upon it; and then, spreading my cloak, I lay on the ground, and sunk into sleep.

“It was morning when I awoke, and my first care was to visit the fire. I uncovered it, and a gentle breeze quickly fanned it into a flame. I observed this also, and contrived a fan of branches, which roused the embers when they were nearly extinguished. When night came again, I found, with pleasure, that the fire gave light as well as heat; and that the discovery of this element was useful to me in my food; for I found some of the offals that the travellers had left had been roasted, and tasted much more savoury than the berries I gathered from the trees. I tried, therefore, to dress my food in the same manner, placing it on the live embers. I found that the berries were spoiled by this operation, and the nuts and roots much improved."



Our Homo erectus discovers fire.

The strange system of human society was explained to me. I heard of the division of property, of immense wealth and squalid poverty; of rank, descent, and noble blood.

The words induced me to turn towards myself. I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow-creatures were, high and unsullied descent united with riches.

A man might be respected with only one of these acquisitions; but without either he was considered, except in very rare instances, as a vagabond and a slave, doomed to waste his powers for the profit of the chosen few.

-Frankenstein's Monster discovers Rousseau

And what was I? Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant; but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endowed with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man. I was more agile than they, and could subsist upon coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded their’s. When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?

-He lays the ground work for Dazai

‘But Paradise Lost excited different and far deeper emotions. I read it, as I had read the other volumes which had fallen into my hands, as a true history. It moved every feeling of wonder and awe that the picture of an omnipotent
God warring with his creatures was capable of exciting. I often referred the several situations, as their similarity struck me, to my own.

Like Adam, I was apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect. He had come forth from the hands of God a perfect creature, happy and prosperous, guarded by the especial care of his Creator; he was allowed to converse with and acquire knowledge from beings of a superior nature, but I was wretched, helpless, and
alone.

Many times I considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition, for often, like him, when I viewed the bliss
of my protectors, the bitter gall of envy rose within me.

...

‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in dis-
gust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after
his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more
horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.'

-The monster discovers Milton

Stalker(1979)

Faith, Art and Science walk into a bar?

Don't know what else to make of this film.

Funniest moment is when the stalker and the writer went on a perilous stroll to find the scientist already there having a sandwich.😁

Reminds me of something I wrote in highschool.
...
I'm a brief second in an era
A presence too faint to be felt
A drop of water in the sea
A tiny black dot on a sheet

In shallow ponds, in oceans deep
I run, I walk, I crawl and creep
In bliss, in bloom, in fall, in gloom
In others' joys and in their fume

Your handiwork, Your masterpiece
Beseeches You, please do rejoice
With drawn lifelines, embedded voice
I pursue skills of absent choice

A brief second in Your epoch
I kick and scratch from dawn til dusk
In strife, in peace, in good and bad
Until the knock from death shall sound