Every surplus is its own deficit misunderstood. Seedless are the fruits that civilization grows.
Change is far more fundamental than any particle or force it chooses to elaborate itself with.
Choosing words over music is one of humanities greatest mistakes. We need far more than a moment of silence to absorb this tragedy.
As we’ve gained possession we’ve lost our bodies. Who really possesses who? What webs we’ve woven!
People don’t grow food or not grow food—land grows food, or doesn’t grow food. And it’s land that grew humans; if land is lacking, so will humans follow. ¡Tierra y libertad!
When thinking about the Universe, our minds are trying to grasp something that already completely grasps our minds.
The recurring affinity humans have to words that rhyme and sound similar for punning acts as a proof that vibrational sounds are at least as important as the meanings they are contrived to symbolize. Words connect better to other words than to their arbitrary meanings.
If a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there existed a force that blessed some with the ability to move objects with their minds, now an inverted anti-force persists that has cursed us to be controlled—minds and all—by objects.
In capitalism you have hills with a king on each, in anarchism you have mountains with villages of kings.
Individualism is to see with only one I.
A business suit is the clothing worn to embody inauthentiCity.
If things seem backwards, break their seams.
Conquering without conquest appears only paradoxical in this civilized age where there are conquests without any quenching. Red water drank makes one the thirstier for red water lost. But I say—blood is for dancing, not for digesting.
Stability is not just the death of death–it is the death of life.
Quotes and aphorisms will carry the day, for in your head alone you might carry them away.
A paradox in language is not a paradox in matter. Language doesn’t matter—it is immediately contradicted when things of actual importance happen to supplant it.
Power that cannot create itself but must dress itself in the power of others is very weak; this is the state.
Political correctness is policing yourself for another’s benefit.
It is the end of history if no one remains to write its continuation. There can be no closing to history, just a possible closing to our story.
Life artificially extended is a farewell to faring well.
Possess yourselves, let the big boxes possess the rest.
We are more subject to change than the objects we surround ourselves with. Therefore, it must be asked—what really possesses what?
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