“I felt a funeral in my brain, and mourners to and fro kept treading, treading till I felt that sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, a service, like a drum, kept beating, beating, till I felt my mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a box and creak across my soul with those same boots of lead again, then space began to toll, as if the heavens were a bell and being were an ear, and I, and silence, some strange race wrecked, solitary, here. Just then, a plank in reason broke, and I fell down and down and hit a world at every plunge, and finished knowing then.” IfsWorldMindSoulReasonHeavenFeltSpaceRaceBrainSilenceKnowingHeardStrangeEarsDown AndBoxesFinishedMy SoulBrokeLiftsFuneralBootsBellsSolitaryNumbPlungeTollsTreading Author:Andrew Solomon
“Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain!” MayChildrenEyeHeavenStarsBrainWeightShiningSizeSmoke Book:Delphi Complete Works of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated)
“The genetic stage of a gene pool can be identified by the personality characteristics of the local God. Jehovah of Genesis is a low-level barbarian macho punk God. He boastfully claims to have created the heaven and the stars and the world, but provides no technical details or replicable blueprints. His preoccupations, whims, anxieties, jealousies, rules and hatred of women are primitive mammalian brain. His petty prides are primate.” WorldHeavenStarsLevelsBrainStagePridePersonalityAnxietyLowsHatredClaimsDetailsLocalsCharacteristicsPoolGenesPunkPrimitivePettyGenesisWhimBarbariansPreoccupationJehovahBlueprintsMachoPrimatesLow Level Book:Evolutionary Agents Source: Evolutionary Agents