Sattar Abasow

“You mean old books?"

"Stories written before space travel but about space travel."

"How could there have been stories about space travel before --"

"The writers," Pris said, "made it up.”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

“The melancholy of the antique world seems to me more profound than that of the moderns, all of whom more or less imply that beyond the dark void lies immortality. But for the ancients that ‘black hole’ is infinity itself; their dreams loom and vanish against a background of immutable ebony. No crying out, no convulsions—nothing but the fixity of the pensive gaze.

With the gods gone, and Christ not yet come, there was a unique moment, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. Nowhere else do I find that particular grandeur.”
― Flaubert Gustave

“I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, without changing, by means of a metamorphosis which saves me from myself, beyond any point of reference from which I might be seized. It is the property of my thought, not to assure me of existence (as all things do, as a stone does), but to assure me of being in nothingness itself, and to invite me not to be, in order te make me feel my marvelous absence. I think, said Thomas, and this visible, inexpressible, nonexistent Thomas I became meant that henceforth I was never there where I was, and there was not even anything mysterious about it. My existence became entirely that of an absent person who, in every act I performed, produced the same act and did not perform it.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Thomas the Obscure

“Мое одиночество очень велико. Я не нуждаюсь в друзьях, но Мне надо говорить о себе, и Мне не с кем говорить. Одних мыслей недостаточно, и они не вполне ясны, отчетливы и точны, пока Я не выражу их словом: их надо выстроить в ряд, как солдат или телеграфные столбы, протянуть, как железнодорожный путь, перебросить мосты и виадуки, построить насыпи и закругления, сделать в известных местах остановки - и лишь тогда все становится ясно. Этот каторжный инженерный путь называется у них, кажется, логикой и последовательностью и обязателен для тех, кто хочет быть умным; для всех остальных он не обязателен, и они могут блуждать, как им угодно.”
― Leonid Andreyev, Satan's Diary