"I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal."
"Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once without distraction from any. One of the trains is always for his own amusement."
"One can appreciate another's words without dissecting them. Though on occasion, dissecting them is the only thing that will do."
"This isn't cannibalism, Abel. It's only cannibalism if we're equals."
"On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
Zain Dos Santos Jr1 month ago (edited)
She looks like the girl you never had the urge to talk to; when you were younger. It reminds me of the summer haze and the sun billowing through the canopies, we lay there- still. The flowers and the certain scent that transported you back to when you were little. You couldn't ever identify the smell though. Meanwhile, you frolic through the lush grass, hand in hand with her in your arms. You want to explore past the vivid, unfathomable horizons. Pack your backpack and go for a journey. Possibly joining the circus one day. You never understood why, you reminisce about what it could have been. You only saw her once, but she is a statue in your heart. When she left for California. You watched her drive away until out of sight, she gives you a subtle wave. You think about her long after. You hope we would see each other again. We never did. The aggravating pain is that you never took the opportunity to ask her- you ponder if she remembers you or if she thought about you like you did. Perhaps you would've gone separate ways. But you think longingly about her and what it all could've have been.
atw 1990, 3 years ago
I remember I bought this CD while I was in Virginia after leaving boot camp. I always skipped this song, because for some reason I knew it would be beautiful, and wanted to save hearing it for the first time for when I finally finished my training and was able to head back home. Eventually, after 11 months of not being home, I graduated from training, packed my things in my car, and put this song on as I was leaving the base and saying goodbye. I was right about it being beautiful, and everytime I hear it now, the memories of all those feelings are so vivid I feel like I'm in that moment again.