History is just this froth of artifact production that has appeared in the last ten to fifteen thousand years. It spread across the planet very quickly. But that mind in man just goes back and back into the darkness.
We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.
There are times when everything seems to go right, and times when everything seems to go wrong.
The imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.
Animals are something invented by plants to move seeds around. An extremely yang solution to a peculiar problem which they faced.
That's what a god is. Somebody who knows more than you do about whatever you're dealing with.
Without sounding too cliche, the Internet really is the birth of global mind.
What is unusual about Earth is that language, literally, has become alive. It has infested matter. It is replicating and defining and building itself. And it is in us.
Nature conserves, prefers novelty.
I live up at about the 2000 feet level on a five acre piece of forest that I built a small house on.
The discs which haunt the skies of Earth indicate that the unconscious cannot be kept waiting forever. These things are going to have to be dealt with.
In fact, I think when we carry out a complete analysis of time, I think what we're going to discover is that like matter, time is composed of elemental, discrete types.
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