The Graveyard

The Lair Of Gary James

NaNoWriMo: Analecta

Posted by BigWords on November 15, 2009

Oh, blank confusion! and a type not false
Of what the mighty City is itself
To all except a straggler here and there,
To the whole swarm of its inhabitants;
An undistinguishable world to men,
The slaves unrespited of low pursuits,
Living amid the same perpetual flow
Of trivial objects, melted and reduced
To one identity, by differences
That have no law, no meaning, and no end—
Oppression, under which even highest minds
Must labour, whence the strongest are not free.

William Wordsworth, The Prelude VII

Everywhere I go I see increasing evidence of people swirling about in a human cesspit of their own making.

Sir Cyril James Anderton CBE

Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.

Adolf Hitler

The danger of the past was that men became slaves. The danger of the future is that man may become robots.

Erich Fromm

You can’t make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you’re doing is recording it.

Art Buchwald

All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.

Buddha

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Trent Reznor

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