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  • Never to let her go

    I saw a new world coming rapidly. More scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a harsh, cruel, world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go.

    ― Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro 📚 💬 Never Let Me Go poster

  • Argumentum Ornithologicum

    I close my eyes and see a flock of birds. The vision lasts a second, or perhaps less; I am not sure how many birds I saw. Was the number of birds definite or indefinite? The problem involves the existence of God. If God exists, the number is definite, because God knows how many birds I saw. If God does not exist, the number is indefinite, because no one can have counted. In this case I saw fewer than ten birds (let us say) and more than one, but did not see nine, eight, seven, six, four, three, or two birds. I saw a number between ten and one, which was not nine, eight, seven, six, five, etc. That integer — not-nine, not-eight, not-seven, not-six, not-five, etc. — is inconceivable. Ergo, God exists.

    • excerpt from Jorge Luis Borges, “The Aleph and Other Stories” 📚 💬


  • Slant

    Tell all the truth, but tell it slant.

    Emily Dickinson 📚 💬

    Emily Dickinson wikipedia

  • Yggdrasil

    “I know an ash, it is called Yggdrasil A hairy tree, moistened by a brilliant cloud.

    In the beginning was the tree. The stone ball rushed through emptiness. Under the crust was fire. Rocks boiled, gases seethed. Blebs burst through the crust. Dense salt water clung to the rolling ball. Slime slid on it and in the slime shapes shifted. Any point on a ball is the centre and the tree was at the centre. It held the world together, in the air, in the earth, in the light, in the dark, in the mind.”

    Excerpt From Ragnarok by A.S. Byatt 📚 💬

    Barnes and Noble image Ragnarok AS Byatt

  • “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? … When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?”

    • Job 38:4,7 📚 💬
    • Also beautifully quoted in Terence Malick’s “The Tree of Life”

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  • The Story of Your Life

    I would have liked to experience more of the heptapods’ worldview, to feel the way they feel. Then, perhaps I could immerse myself fully in the necessity of events, as they must, instead of merely wading in its surf for the rest of my life.

    from “Story of Your Life” by Ted Chiang 📚 💬

    Pinterest image movie Arrival

  • Let us dare …

    The source of our suffering has been our timidity. We have been afraid to think….Let us dare to read, think, speak, write.” - John Adams

    from John Adams by David McCullough 📚 💬

    Scribd image of McCullough book cover

  • How do you aim a volcano?

    “The population of Iceland is 1,000 times smaller than that of the United States. We do not hide behind our apparent lack of superpower status. What we lack in manpower, we make up in volcanoes. But we are still figuring out how to aim them."

    —Prime Minister Sigurdur Ingi Johannsson, speaking at a White House dinner for Nordic leaders in May 2016.

    From How Iceland Changed the World by Egill Bjarnason 📚 💬

    Getty image Iceland Volcano

  • This is how it was

    There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been.

    Two people met, on a hot May Day, and never later mentioned their meeting. This is how it was.

    • from A.S. Byatt, Possession 📚 💬

    Possession book cover from blog spot

  • All the trees of the field shall clap their hands

    “For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.”

    • Isaiah 55:12 📚 💬

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  • The Waves

    Yes, but suddenly one hears a clock tick, We who had been immersed in this world became aware of another. It is pain- ful. It was Neville who changed our time. He who had been thinking with the unlimited time of the mind, which stretches in a flash from Shakespeare to ourselves, poked the fire and began to live by that other clock which marks the approach of a particular person. The wide and dignified sweep of his mind contracted. He became on the alert… . I noted how he touched a cushion. From the myriads of mankind and all time past, he had chosen one person one moment in particular.

    • from The Waves by Virginia Woolf 📚💬

    The Waves - goodreads

  • These things are there

    These things are there. The garden and the tree

    The serpent at its root, the fruit of gold

    The woman in the shadow of the boughs

    The running water and the grassy space.

    They are and were there.

    • from A.S. Byatt, Possession 📚 💬

    Possession book cover from blog spot

  • The smell of the aftermath

    In the morning, the whole world had a strange new smell. It was the smell of the aftermath, a green smell, a smell of shredded leaves and oozing resin, of crushed wood and splashed sap, a tart smell, which bore some relation to the smell of bitten apples. It was the smell of death and destruction and it smelled fresh and lively and hopeful.

    • from A.S. Byatt, Possession 📚 💬

    Possession book cover from blog spot

  • 1Q84

    He was suddenly aware of someone sitting beside him, holding his right hand. LIke a small creature seeking warmth, a hand slipped inside the pocket of his leather jacket and clasped his large hand. By the time he became fully aware, it had already happened. Without any preface, the situation had jumped to the next stage. How strange, Tengo thought, his eyes still closed. How did this happen? At one point time was flowing along so slowly that he could barely stand it. Then suddenly it had leapt ahead, skipping whatever lay between.

    This person help his big hand even tighter, as if to make sure he was really there. Long smooth fingers, with an underlying strength.

    Aomame. But he didn’t say it aloud. He didn’t open his eyes. He just squeezed her hand in return. He remembered this hand. Never once in twenty years had he forgotten the feeling. Of course, it was no longer the tiny hand of a ten-year-old girl. Over the past twenty years her hand touched many things. It had clasped untold numbers of objects in every possible shape. And the strength within it had grown. Yet Tengo knew right away: this was the very same hand. The way it squeezed his own hand and the feeling it was trying to convey were exactly the same.

    an excerpt from 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami 📚 💬


  • I've made my mind a sunless space


    And what do you sacrifice?


    Calm. Kindness, kinship. Love. I’ve given up all chance at inner peace, I’ve made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there’s only one conclusion: I’m damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost, and by the time I looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet.

    What is… what is my sacrifice? I’m condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else’s future. I burn my life, to make a sunrise that I know I’ll never see. No, the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror, or an audience, or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice?

    Everything! 💬

    Luthen Rael