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“Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequntial, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.”
― How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe
― How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe
“Life has cured me of all hope of seeing it end, on a grand scale. At the very most it could be curbed.”
― Eleuthéria
― Eleuthéria
“The error is one of wanting to live.”
― Eleuthéria
― Eleuthéria
“Do you not see, Monsieur, what must be admired about me is that I am useless.”
― Eleuthéria
― Eleuthéria
“The new restraint. Where should one draw the line?
The world was so loud, and no one took seriously a thing that didn’t attract attention to itself. There was no room for subtlety. Things were either visible or not, their qualities were either shouting from the surface or silent. This silence, the lull behind the noisy surface of objects, was difficult and dangerous. You never knew what it held, if anything. How were you to judge whether the voice you heard was a deeper meaning, whispering its secrets, or merely the distorted echo of your own babble?”
― The Exploded View
The world was so loud, and no one took seriously a thing that didn’t attract attention to itself. There was no room for subtlety. Things were either visible or not, their qualities were either shouting from the surface or silent. This silence, the lull behind the noisy surface of objects, was difficult and dangerous. You never knew what it held, if anything. How were you to judge whether the voice you heard was a deeper meaning, whispering its secrets, or merely the distorted echo of your own babble?”
― The Exploded View
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