#left

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When you view your world exclusively through the lens of science, your prescription will never be strong enough.


Jay Nichols


#awe #creativity #left-brain #mysticism #quantum-physics

You're the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.' 'I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I'd be taller.


Paul Hoffman


#death #left-hand-of-god #the-last-four-things #death

Immortal beings have been compared to stars, these are existences that linger on long after the death of the thing itself.


Zeena Schreck


#occult #religion #theology #zeena-schreck #death

Better a live dog than a dead lion.


Paul Hoffman


#death #dog #fight #god #hand

When all that’s left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we’ll know what it means when the last human breath expires.


Zeena Schreck


#buddha #buddhism #death #left-hand-path #religion

I had become too accustomed to the pseudo-Left new style, whereby if your opponent thought he had identified your lowest possible motive, he was quite certain that he had isolated the only real one. This vulgar method, which is now the norm and the standard in much non-Left journalism as well, is designed to have the effect of making any noisy moron into a master analyst.


Christopher Hitchens


#argumentation #fallacy #journalism #leftism #design

Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.


Chuck Palahniuk


#better #designed #education #facts #feel

You are what you do. If you do boring, stupid monotonous work, chances are you'll end up boring, stupid and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creeping cretinization all around us than even such significant moronizing mechanisms as television and education.


Bob Black


#neo-situationism #philosophy #political-philosophy #political-science #post-left-anarchy

...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale’s eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. “I understand,” she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he’d become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.


Paul Hoffman


#divine #endurable #eyes #give-up #god

How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession... Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.


Ursula K. Le Guin


#sci-fi #the-left-hand-of-darkness #life