a glimpse into cryptic thought of the reticence
Songs can sound different depending on when and where you hear them—I can only appreciate the subtle craftsmanship of Katy Perry, for example, when I’m at home with my headphones on.
My requirements are simple: I want to listen to my music as it was intended to be heard with a minimum of fuss anywhere on the planet.
Star search: a non-profit group wants to send four people to Mars… forever
Meet the group hoping to ship you off to the red planet — return ticket not included
Every Silver Lining Has a Cloud, Where Earth Meets Sea:
They meet, my earthy eyes and yours full of the sea, find the place where they meet so tumultuously. Immersed, in famed indifference of one-anothers existence. You take me from my me wholly, soaking through your waters loose in the shifting and sifting grains of truth, upon which my me is built. You, you free away these bits of earth-bound fray, and I break you and I break you. Long you travelled to my sands, my shore but long you’ll travel no more, for by the blowing of winds and currents intricately traced a design so woefully laced with our mutual demise. In the place we meet we surmise our defeat. My earthy eyes and yours full of the sea swept away by your waves taken under the breaking of my making, submerged shelves form your upwelling suspended sensation swelling from the depths of you. What desires lie true? What desires lie true? I mold a horrific but beautiful monster of you. Of you flowing over my sand to surrending me through, me through the rolling crashing waters where we meet. Where we meet. Endlessly.
The darkness is my companion now. That’s all the contact I need.
People call her an “inspiration” because she exists in the world? That makes her sad for them.
They acquire meaning that is completely divorced from the reality of who they are and what they believe and instead become symbols for what the observer thinks is significant.
Unfortunately, confidence through encouragement does not automatically equate to capability.
The court of public opinion is an alternate system of justice. It’s very different from the traditional court system: This court is based on reputation, revenge, public shaming, and the whims of the crowd. Having a good story is more important than having the law on your side. Being a sympathetic underdog is more important than being fair. Facts matter, but there are no standards of accuracy. The speed of the Internet exacerbates this; a good story spreads faster than a bunch of facts.
Back in 2005, we were dealing with hackers who were still doing it for notoriety—you know, people who were working out of their basement. I think that’s really quite amazing when you look at what else was going on in 2005. It stands out even more than it did before.
You should always look to hire the best person for the job. And that may not always mean the person with the most letters after his name.
I’m not a press hound. There are serious personal safety issues to consider.
He who has knowledge spares his words.
The truth is I was done. I accomplished far more there than I expected. And I had no dreams of greater power and glory, if such a thing were available to me. When I looked inside myself, I didn’t see ambition or even drive to continue. I’m not sure how that happened. Maybe I was just tired.
But there are times when suddenly you realize you’re nearer the end than the beginning. And you wonder, you ask yourself, what the sum total of your life represents. What difference your being there at any time made to anything.
It’s like when they realized it was gonna be too expensive to actually build cyborgs and robots. I mean, the costs of that were impossible. They decided to just let humans turn themselves into robots. That’s what’s going on right now. They’re billions of us just laying around, not really doing anything. We don’t cost anything. We’re even pretty good at self-maintenance and reproducing constantly. And as it turns out, we’re already biologically programmed for our little cyborg upgrades.
Antonius Block, Death; The Seventh Seal:
I want knowledge! Not faith, not assumptions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand, uncover His face and speak to me. But He remains silent.
After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.