Déjà vu

wait, i'm having a wonderful feeling of déjà vu...

"The first reverend sage who delivered himself on this mysterious subject, having stroked his grey beard, and hemmed thrice with great solemnity, declared that the soul was an animal; a second pronounced it to be the number three, or proportion; a third contended for the number seven, or harmony; a fourth defined the soul the universe; a fifth affirmed it was a mixture of elements; a sixth asserted it was composed of fire; a seventh opined it was formed of water; an eighth called it an essence; a ninth, an idea; a tenth stickled for substance without extension; an eleventh, for extension without substance; a twelfth cried it was an accident; a thirteenth called it a reflecting mirrour; a fourteenth, the image reflected; a fifteenth insisted upon its being a tune; a sixteenth believed it was the instrument that played the tune; a seventeenth undertook to prove it was material; an eighteenth exclaimed it was immaterial; a nineteenth allowed it was something; and a twentieth swore it was nothing."

--Smollett, Tobias

and that's a clever # that you have there

What is the name of a man,
who was made to forget his name?

:puzzle:

"The science of appointment, division, discontinuity, I refer to as arthrology."

--Roland Barthes

all points are in contact

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"To be buried while alive is, beyond question, the most terrific of these extremes which has ever fallen to the lot of mere mortality. That it has frequently, very frequently, so fallen will scarcely be denied by those who think. The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? We know that there are diseases in which occur total cessations of all the apparent functions of vitality, and yet in which these cessations are merely suspensions, properly so called. They are only temporary pauses in the incomprehensible mechanism. A certain period elapses, and some unseen mysterious principle again sets in motion the magic pinions and the wizard wheels. The silver cord was not for ever loosed, nor the golden bowl irreparably broken. But where, meantime, was the soul?"

-- Poe

"The dolphin makes a squeak and moans when it is out of the water and exposed to the air...This animal posses a voice, since it has lungs and windpipe; but as its tongue cannot move freely, and it has no lips, it has no articulation of the voice."

--Aristotle

"Will you just try to think like a normal person?"

--my mother

I think something is blocking my IR port

:casiomydiary:

a rising sun
seeds sprout
now you see it
now you don't
my shadow isn't measured by the sun

I love that story.

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