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“She had heard of the genetic code that could shape an eye or hand from passing proteins. Deoxyribonucleic acid. It contained the entire set of instructions for constructing a respiratory system and a digestive one, as well as the grip of an infant's hand. Chess was like that. The geometry of a position could be read and reread and not exhausted of possibility. You saw deeply into the layer of it, but there was another layer beyond that, and another, and another.”

Book:The Queen's Gambit

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The Queen's Gambit

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Walter Tevis

Walter Tevis was an American novelist renowned for his contributions to the genres of sports and science fiction. His novel 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' is a seminal work that delves into themes of alienation and human nature. Born on February 28, 1928, in Richmond, Kentucky, Tevis passed away on August 8, 1984. more

“According to the artichoke theory, man had some inner essence, or “heart”; according to the onion theory, once you had unwrapped all the layers of society off of man, there was nothing there. Seen from this perspective, the idea of an onion masquerading as an artichoke seemed sinister, even sociopathic.”

Man Layers Onion Artichoke

Book:The Idiot

Source: The Idiot

“It’s all too easy to deny our true unhappiness if we’re unwilling or unable to pull the layers back to see the limiting beliefs about ourselves.”

Unhappiness Layers Limiting Beliefs

Book:The Comfort Zone: Create a Life You Really Love with Less Stress and More Flow

Source: The Comfort Zone: Create a Life You Really Love with Less Stress and More Flow

“At first, the truth doesn't come as a friend.”

Inspiration Truth Science Religion Progress Honesty Lies Falsehood Limitations Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel

Author:Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel

“Pindar turned his thoughts back to time. What exactly was a moment? Was it the shortest span of time that could be represented by art? Perhaps moments were like sheets of gold leaf, hammered ever so thin, each leaf the locus for new thoughts. Time would then be a matter of layering, so that each second had a stack of moments on top, a baklava of time. Was this why his new Babylonian fragment had the word layers, then a gap where a piece was chipped out, then time? Or was that word branches rather than layers? Perhaps time wasn't flat after all. In that case, no sheaves like baklava, but filaments like kataifi, those nests made of shredded pastry drenched with syrup or honey. He saw the pastry threads as silver, now, each strand branching into new trees of silvery time growing out from each second, all of them inhabited by breath. For breathing had become necessary to his conception of time, inspiration and expiration. He needed the gods to breathe into him, breathe through him like a flute.”