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    To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.
    ~ Elbert Hubbard

    Music provides one of the clearest examples of a much deeper relation between mathematics and human experience.

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    Its effort is vain,
    the darkness of the spring night:
    true, we cannot see
    the color of the blossoms -
    but how can it hide their scent?

    - Oshikochi no Mitsune
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    Mad Girl's Love Song

    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
    And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
    And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
    Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
    And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
    Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

    I fancied you'd return the way you said,
    But I grow old and I forget your name.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
    At least when spring comes they roar back again.
    I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)

    Sylvia Plath
    CHOOSE THE PATH THEY'LL NEVER TAKE

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    We trap God
    hang Him
    in stained glass,
    entrance Him
    by organ music
    and chorus

    We bind Him
    by ritual,
    tickle Him
    by prayers
    and train Him
    to become our pet.

    And we freely
    make Him
    take off
    our guilt
    of exploiting
    too much,

    Of having
    too much,
    of wasting
    too much,
    of living
    too comfortably
    Once the desert God,
    jealous
    and wild;
    now an amulet
    on a charm
    bracelet

    - Yorifumi Yaguchi
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do
    you?

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    The Cyborg

    By our mythic time, we are
    chimeras,
    hybrids,
    and cyborgs.
    The cyborg is
    our politics. The cyborg is a condensed image of both
    transformation
    and tradition;
    appropriation of nature as
    culture; the tradition
    the reflections

    – the relations between
    The stakes in the border war
    and imagination.
    This is an argument for pleasure
    and responsibility in construction.
    It is also an effort to
    imagining a world without
    genesis,
    a world without
    salvation.
    Nor does it mark
    attempting to heal
    the most terrible and the most promising monsters
    embodied in
    our survival.
    a creature in a world; has no sexuality, symbiosis, or other seductions through a final
    unity.

    In a sense, no origin story
    is
    an ultimate self untied, a man in
    space.
    the myth of fullness and terror,
    represented by the mother
    of history, the twin
    myths inscribed
    in their concept of labour and gender,
    which difference and drama of
    Escalating domination.
    The cyborg skips the steps.
    This is its
    teleology as star.
    The cyborg is
    perversity. It is Utopian, and
    innocence. No longer
    private, the cyborg defines a revolution of
    nature reworked; no longer
    the resource for appropriation by the other. The
    relationships whole from parts, including domination in the
    world. Unlike the monster,
    a restoration of the
    garden; that is, the fabrication it’s completion, a city and cosmos.
    The cyborg does not dream
    this time.
    The cyborg
    The Garden of Eden; it is made of mud.

    - Cecilie K

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    Dreams

    Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
    My spirit not awakening, till the beam
    Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
    Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
    'Twere better than the cold reality
    Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
    And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
    A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
    But should it be- that dream eternally
    Continuing- as dreams have been to me
    In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
    'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
    For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
    I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
    And loveliness,- have left my very heart
    In climes of my imagining, apart
    From mine own home, with beings that have been
    Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?

    'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
    From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
    Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
    Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
    Its image on my spirit- or the moon
    Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
    Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
    That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
    I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
    I have been happy- and I love the theme:
    Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
    As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
    Of semblance with reality, which brings
    To the delirious eye, more lovely things
    Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
    Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

    - Edgar Allen Poe
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    Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there. ~ Rumi

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