This is a collection of fragments, snippets of text detached of their author, context and potentially violated by the meaning I read into them. Inspiration remains their primary goal alongside controversial thoughts and voices. Not much to agree or disagree on – but borrowed goods to share, rethink and reappropriate.
I am not proposing a return to the Stone Age. My intent is not reactionary, not even conservative, but simply subversive. It seems that the utopian imagination is trapped, like capitalism and industrialism and the human population, in a one-way future consisting only of growth. All I'm trying to do is figure out how to put a pig on the tracks.
The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.
Redemption preserves itself in a small crack in the continuum of catastrophe.
Frozen in a moment of exclusive disaster.
The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.
Only dull people are good at breakfast.
There is no weather yet to define the day in those terms, no brightness or structural shadow has revealed the line or flesh of anything.
Architects are the choreographers of society.
I like it because it could be anything.
An ecology of the virtual is thus just as pressing as ecologies of the visible world.
There is an ecology of bad ideas, just as there is an ecology of weeds.
People would be moved by what I wrote and would be informed by what you wrote.
It's just that, when we agree about our hallucinations, we call that reality.
What really makes science grow is new ideas including false ideas.
When the stars stand still, the sky moves.
In the nature of the case, an explorer can never know what he is exploring until it has been explored.
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. Build a new model that makes the existing
A place does not exist until we create it, or rather place it within a system: A geographical position within a system of coordinates, x meters below or above sea level and so on. By creating a new context for this point in our atlas we can now understand and further miss-understand it.
Change does not usually occur by imperceptuality gradual alteration of entire species but rather by isolation of small populations and their geologically instantaneous transformation into new species
We do not believe that there is such a thing as objective (absolute and unconditional) truth, though it has been a long-standing theme in Western culture that there is. WE do believe that there are truths but think that the idea of truth need not be tied to the objectivist view. We believe that the idea that there is absolute objective truth is not only mistaken but socially and politically dangerous. As we have seen, truth is always relative to a conceptual system that is defined in large part by metaphors.
One of those system-level ideas which sets in motions all sorts of behavior without ever having to be referred to directly again
If we chip in 50 each, they might gonna stop singing
The past is only a story we tell us every day
Magic is creating a moment for someone else. where they forget that reality is reality and they actually question everything for a moment not in a scary way but in the most exciting way because magic is an experienced magic is a total moment of being astonished to question what you believe in.
’Oshima: “ It’s all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It’s just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there’s no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise."
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Two billion years ago, our ancestors were microbes, a half-billion years ago, fish; a hundred million years ago, something like mice; ten million years ago, proto-humans puzzling out the taming of fire; Our evolutionary lineage is marked by mastery of change. In our time, the pace is quickening.
The Lies? Should be Rosy, Clear and Obvious.
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
Shoot the desperate, hug the needy.
[...]There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don’t know we don’t know.
Every night he waits until all the prisoners are sound asleep and then he goes around unlocking all the doors, leaving them open for hours on end.