#mol

One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#sophie-mol #the-god-of-small-things #love

The Universe was a damned silly place at best . . . but the least likely explanation for its existence was the no-explanation of random chance, the conceit that some abstract somethings "just happened" to be some atoms that "just happened" to get together in configurations which "just happened" to look like consistent laws and then some of these configurations "just happened" to possess self-awareness and that two such "just happened" to be the Man from Mars and the other a bald-headed old coot with Jubal himself inside. No, Jubal would not buy the "just happened" theory, popular as it was with men who called themselves scientists. Random chance was not a sufficient explanation of the Universe--in fact, random chance was not sufficient to explain random chance; the pot could not hold itself. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#creation #evolution #men

Sounding hoarse, Dare whispered, "Tell me what you want." The feel of his broad, strong hand against her left her quaking inside - in a good way. The tremble sounded in her tone as she tried to explain. "I want to be whole again. I want to be me, the person I was before I was taken to Tijuana." Dare said nothing. Molly felt his hesitation, his indecision. God love the man, he didn't want to take advantage of her. "I know what I want, Dare." She covered his hand with her own, pressed him closer. "I want to replace the bad memories with new ones. Better ones." His hand curved around her, but he said nothing. Watching his face, Molly whispered, "I want to do that now, with you. ↗

— Lori Foster

#molly #love

Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#epistemology #humanity #past #present #time

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#uncertainty

The river is one of my favorite metaphors, the symbol of the great flow of Life Itself. The river begins at Source, and returns to Source, unerringly. This happens every single time, without exception. We are no different. ↗

— Jeffrey R. Anderson

#flow #nature #river #source #the-flow-of-life

Irony is about contradictions that do not resolve into larger wholes, even dialectically, about the tension of holding incompatible things together because both or all are necessary and true. Irony is about humour an serious play. It is also a rhetorical strategy and a political method, one I would like to see more honoured within socialist-feminism. ↗

— Donna J. Haraway

#feminism #irony #linguistics #ontology #politcs

فكرة الحداثة والعلمانية والتنوير فكرة متأخرة عن الثورة العلمية بقرنيين على الأقل وهي نتيجة الثورة العلمية ومعلولهاوليست شرطها وعلتها ↗

— أبو يعرب المرزوقي

#hermeneutics #intellectual #literature #mind #philosophy

How can we satisfy ourselves without going on in infinitum? And, after all, what satisfaction is there in that infinite progression? Let us remember the story of the Indian philosopher and his elephant. It was never more applicable than to the present subject. If the material world rests upon a similar ideal world, this ideal world must rest upon some other; and so on, without end. It were better, therefore, never to look beyond the present material world. ↗

— David Hume

#discourse #empiricism #infinity #logic #religion

All what we think and know is an illusion. Nothing exists. Everything is an opinion. ↗

— Ash Vaz

#god #religion #science #space-and-cosmos #religion