It’s probably hard for people to answer the question, “Who is your favorite musician?” Not for me, without hesitation, I’ll answer, “Jeff Buckley.”
+Paradox by Clarence R. Wylie, Jr.
Not truth, nor certainty. These I foreswore
In my novitiate, as young men called
To holy orders must abjure the world.
“If… then…”, this only I assert;
And my successes are but pretty chains
Linking twin doubts, for it is vain to ask
If what I postulate be justified,
Or what I prove possess the stamp of fact.
Yet bridges stand, and men no longer crawl
In two dimensions. And such triumphs stem
In no small measure from the power this game,
Played with the thrice-attenuated shades
Of things, has over their originals.
How frail the wand, but how profound the spell!
+Radiohead, True Love Waits
I’m not living, I’m just killing time.
+Rust Cohle, True Detective
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of shit. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality?
Incipit vita nova.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring;
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
+J. Robert Oppenheimer, an advice for his younger brother Frank
[…] try to understand really, to your own satisfaction, thoroughly and honestly, the few things in which you are most interested: because it is only when you have learnt to do that, when you realize how hard and how very satisfying it is, that you will appreciate fully the more spectacular things like relativity and mechanistic biology.