Iulia

“Pe acești îngeri i-am chemat. Și tuturor, făpturi mari și frumoase, le-am vorbit blând, în șoaptă, ca să nu-i sperii și am vrut să le povestesc mari întâmplări , dar ochii lor erau goi și nu înțelegeau ce le spuneam și nici nu păreau să audă și tăceau. Și atunci, văzându-i așa, le-am dat semne de bunăvoință și de dragoste și, mâhnit, am înhămat caii negri la carul de umbră și i-am îmbiat, prin semne, să urce, și m-am uitat după ei cum plecau.”
― Petru Creţia, Norii

“How impossibly crude our language is! If you don’t mention the physiological correlates of emotion, you’re being false to the given facts. But if you do mention them, it sounds as though you were trying to be gross and cynical. Whether it’s passion or the desire of the moth for the star, whether it’s tenderness or adoration or romantic yearning—love is always accompanied by events in the nerve endings, the skin, the mucous membranes, the glandular and erectile tissues. Those who don’t say so are liars. Those who do are labelled as pornographers. It’s the fault, of course, of our philosophy of life; and our philosophy of life is the inevitable by-product of a language that separates in idea what in actual feet is always inseparable. It separates and at the same time it evaluates. One of the abstractions is ‘good,’ and the other is ‘bad.’ Judge not that ye be not judged. But the nature of language is such that we can’t help judging. What we need is another set of words. Words that can express the natural togetherness of things. Muco-spiritual, for example, or dermatocharity. Or why not mastonoetic? Why not viscerosophy? But translated, of course, out of the indecent obscurity of a learned language into something you could use in everyday speech or even in lyrical poetry.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Genius and the Goddess

“Nothing in the visual field allows you to infer that it is seen by an eye.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein

“You said it was colorful. What changed?"
"I don't know. Maybe nothing. I just— I don't actually remember the dreams when I wake up any more."
"So how do you know you still have them?" Pag asked.
Fuck it I thought, and tipped back the last of my pint in a single gulp. "I know."
"How?"
I frowned, taken aback. I had to think for a few moments before I remembered.
"I wake up smiling," I said.”
― Peter Watts, Blindsight