" … imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."
Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum, Lesbia, nec prae me velle tenere Iouem. dilexi tum te non tantum ut vulgus amicam, sed pater ut gnatos diligit et generos. nunc te cognovi: quare etsi impensius uror, multo mi tamen es vilior et levior. qui potis est, inquis? quod amantem iniuria talis cogit amare magis, sed bene velle minus.
You used to say that you knew Catullus alone, Lesbia, and you did not wish to embrace Jupiter instead of me. At that time, I loved you not as the multitude loves a girlfriend, but as a father loves his sons and sons in law. Now I know you: wherefore even if I burn the worse, you are cheaper and of less meaning to me. You ask, how can this be? Because a hurt of such a kind forces a lover to love more, but to wish them less well.
by Khlebnikov, Siniakova, Bozhidar, Petnikov, and Aseev:
People of Earth, hear this!
The human brain until now has been hopping around on three legs (the three axis of location)! We intend to refurrow the human brain and give this puppy dog a fourth leg— namely, the axis of TIME. Poor lame puppy! Your obscene barking will no longer grate on our ears! People from the past were no smarter than us; they thought the sails of government could be constructed only on the axes of space. But now we appear, wrapped in a cloak of nothing but victories, and begin to build a union of youth with its sail tied to the axis of TIME, and we warn you in advance that we work on a scale bigger than Cheops, and our task is bold, majestic, and uncompromising. We are uncompromising carpenters, and once again we throw ourselves and our names into the boiling kettles of unprecedented projects. We believe in ourselves, we reject with indignation the vicious whispers of people from the past who still delude themselves that they can bite at our heels. Are we not gods? And are we not unprecedented in this: our steadfast betrayal of our own past, just as it barely reaches the age of victory, and our steadfast rage, raised above the planet like a hammer whose time has come? Planet earth begins to shake already at the heavy tread of our feet. Boom, you black sails of time!
“But think of Adam and Eve like an imaginary number, like the square root of minus one: you can never see any concrete proof that it exists, but if you include it in your equations, you can calculate all manner of things that couldn’t be imagined without it.”—Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass (via goldencompass)