Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
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Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to read more
Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am read more
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
When the imagination and will power are in conflict, are antagonistic, it is always the imagination which wins, without any read more
When the imagination and will power are in conflict, are antagonistic, it is always the imagination which wins, without any exception.
Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
Memory moderates prosperity, decreases adversity, controls youth and delights old age.
Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.
Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!.
Thee anger, in which a person can hold,
Only shows the true fear with in!
Thee anger, in which a person can hold,
Only shows the true fear with in!
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
