“How can non-existence get sick of itself? Everytime you wake up, you appear again out of nowhere. And so does everything else. Death just means the replacement of the usual morning waking with something else, something quite impossible even to think about. We don't even have the instrument to do it, because our mind & our world are the same thing.” ThinkingWorldMindMeanDoeExistenceMorningImpossibleSickWake UpInstrumentsOur WorldWakingUsualReplacementsNon Existence Author:Victor Pelevin
“I am closest of all to happiness—although I won’t attempt to define just what it is—when I turn away from the window and am aware, with the edge of my consciousness, that a moment ago I was not here, there was simply the world outside the window, and something beautiful and incomprehensible, something which there is absolutely no need to ‘comprehend,’ existed for a few seconds instead of the usual swarm of thoughts, of which one, like a locomotive, pulls all the others after it, absorbs them all and calls itself ‘I’.” WorldNeedsMomentsBeautifulTurnsConsciousnessWindowEdgesSecondsUsualClosestSomething BeautifulSwarmsLocomotives Author:Victor Pelevin
