There are no atheists in foxholes: «There’s a saying “there are no athiests in foxholes” – but that’s an awful argument for faith. A person in a crisis is capable of many things, including some bad, self-serving or even self-destructive things. I’m sure there are few pacifists and heroes and other noble aspects of people in foxholes too. A better question might be who created the need for the foxholes, and what they claimed to believe». Scott Berkun
Our earth in 1969 Is not the planet I call mine, The world, I mean, that gives me strength To hold off chaos at arm's length.
My Eden landscapes and their climes Are constructs from Edwardian times, When bath-rooms took up lots of space, And, before eating, one said Grace.
The automobile, the aeroplane, Are useful gadgets, but profane: The enginery of which I dream Is moved by water or by steam. ( +Collapse ) Though I suspect the term is crap, There is a Generation Gap, Who is to blame? Those, old or young, Who will not learn their Mother-Tongue.
But Love, at least, is not a state Either en vogue or out-of-date, ( +Collapse )
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart...
Done: This is the biggest mistake I could think would save me. I wanted to give up the idea that I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.
Done: What I need to do is fuck up so bad I can't save myself.
The damaged loves the damaged.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.