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'To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool.'

Vonnegut is a great one. He deserves to be remembered as a saint of our time, even when he's wrong. He might not be remembered as such. So it goes. Hey, ho.
scottopic: (fiat lux.)
"Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars — mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is 'mere'.
I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination
— stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light.
A vast pattern — of which I am a part... What is the pattern or the meaning or the why?
It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little more about it. For far more
marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it.

Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?"

This is poetry...and I'm not even a skeptic :)
scottopic: (another dead hero.)
The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say,
"Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride."

And we … kill those people.
"Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry! Look at my big bank account and my family! This just has to be real!"
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride.

And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
-Bill Hicks (Dec 16, 1961–Feb 26, 1994)


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