From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
There is a thinking stuff from which all things are made, and which, in its original state, permeates, penetrates, and fills the interspaces of the universe.
Expression of the post modern paradox : "For the love of god, religions are so full of shit"
Theory is always superseded by Fact...
... In theory.
“I’d hate to die twice. It’s so boring.”
Richard Feynman's last recorded words
"Great is the human who has not lost his childlike heart."
Mencius (Meng-Tse), 4th century BCE
in the city
in the boonies