Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.
Dent recognized it; the intermezzo before the last movement of De Bruik’s Human Biology. The finale of the symphony was a standard concert opener in the outer worlds. Soon the crackling of superamplif...
Crap in the Cloud. A novel of celestial sewage.
But that was back in the twentieth century, in the dark ages, the age of fascisms both home and abroad. Since the floods they had learned better, hadn’t they?
But at this point the four hundred richest people on the planet owned half the planet’s wealth, and the top one percent owned fully eighty percent of the world’s wealth. For them it wasn’t so bad.
Any physical action, properly studied and practiced, could no doubt be accomplished with a reasonable amount of skill, if not flair.
And some part of him saw it was going to be all right. the heart is pleased by one thing after another.
And it came to her that the pleasure and stability of dining rooms had always occurred against such a backdrop, against the catastrophic background of universal chaos; such moments of calm were things...
And because we are alive, the universe must be said to be alive. We are its consciousness as well as our own. We rise out of the cosmos and we see its mesh of patterns, and it strikes us as beautiful....
Also it isn’t clear yet whether it was an act of God or an act of war.
Against our lives we would like to rebel, But we worry that then it would all go to hell. Aram
After all, in the end all the great moments of history have taken place inside people’s heads. The moments of change, or the clinamen as the Greeks called it.
A pinch of mother is worth a pack of shaman.
Maya felt the turbulent maelstrom of emotions inside her, stirred by all she had seen on her circumnavigation, by all that had happened and all that was going to happen... ah, the floods within her, t...
Spontaneous storms, and changes in color that were not tied to changes in wind speeds, and fractal borders, bounded infinities scrolling inside each other. We were looking at a mind thinking. A mind f...
Must redefine utopia. It isn't the perfect end-product of our wishes, define it so and it deserves the scorn of those who sneer when they hear the word. No. Utopia is the process of making a better wo...
Language is nothing but a huge set of false analogies
Here, listen to this; a poem by a Greek who lived in Alexandria, one Cavafy: You said, ‘I shall go to another land to another sea Another city will be found better than this. My every effort is a writ...
Destruction is creation. Become as a little child. Language as space, a kind of mathematical notation, geometric locations in the lab of memory. Reading. Maps. Codes, substitutions, the secret names o...
Chalmers stopped listening and let his gaze wander over the new city. They were going to call it Nicosia. It was the first town of any size to be built free-standing on the Martian surface; all the bu...