If the world is digital, and we send signals through space, can we digitize the soul? And if so, can we download salvation or are we doomed to traverse the cold space of the inter web? Electronic information, a snap shot in time, what is next?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Page 24: 3rd eye revolver
Doc Holliday: Wyatt, you ever wonder why we been a part of so many unfortunate incidents, yet we're still walking around? I have figured it out. It's nothing much, just luck. And you know why it's nothing much Wyatt? Because it doesn't matter much whether we are here today or not. I wake up every morning looking in the face of Death, and you know what? He ain't half bad. I think the secret old Mr. Death is holding is that it's better for some of us over on the other side. I know it can't be any worse for me. Maybe that's the place for your Maddie. For some people, this world ain't ever gonna be right.
Wyatt Earp: Is that supposed to let me off the hook?
Doc Holliday: There is no hook my friend. There's only what we do.
Page 23: bricks on my back
If everything must have a cause, then God must have a cause. If there can be anything without a cause, it may just as well be the world as God, so that there cannot be any validity in that argument. It is exactly of the same nature as the Hindu's view, that the world rested upon an elephant and the elephant rested upon a turtle's back; and when they said, "How about the turtle?" the Indians' said, "It's turtles-turtles-turtles, all the way!"
Page 22: wasp factory
"Often I've thought of myself as a state; a country or, at the very least, a city. It used to seem to me that the different ways I felt sometimes about ideas, courses of action and so on were like the differing political moods that countries go through. It has always seemed to me that people vote in a new government not because they actually agree with their politics but just because they want a change. Somehow they think that things will be better under the new lot. Well, people are stupid, but it all seems to have more to do with mood, caprice and atmosphere than carefully thought-out arguments. I can feel the same sort of thing going on in my head. Sometimes the thoughts and feelings I had didn't really agree with each other, so I decided I must be lots of different people inside my brain."- Iain Banks "The Wasp Factory"
Page 21: bad brains bad heart
It felt like the world stopped spinning and grew old, the fire stopped dancing, and all that was left was the moon, staring cold at me.
Page 20: me
The artist is a survivor, if you are truly interested in art you have to learn to exist outside of society and manipulate it for your own needs.
Page 19: converse
"Conversation enriches the understanding, but solitude is the school of genius."Edward Gibbon
Page 18: gargoyle
GARGOYLE, n. A rain-spout projecting from the eaves of mediaeval buildings, commonly fashioned into a grotesque caricature of some personal enemy of the architect or owner of the building. This was especially the case in churches and ecclesiastical structures generally, in which the gargoyles presented a perfect rogues' gallery of local heretics and controversialists. Sometimes when a new dean and chapter were installed the old gargoyles were removed and others substituted having a closer relation to the private animosities of the new incumbents.
Page 16: fatboy
Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts. Ernest Hemingway
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