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[LutiChris]

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is headed for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour). I know, however, of a young chronophobiac who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been taken a few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was practically unchanged — the same house, the same people — and then realized that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence. He caught a glimpse of his mother waving from an upstairs window, and that unfamiliar gesture disturbed him, as if it were some mysterious farewell. But what particularly frightened him was the sight of a brand-new baby carriage standing there on the porch; even that was empty, as if, in the reverse order of events, his very bones had disintegrated.

It comes from an An Autobiography

[MangaD]

The technique of infamy is to start two lies at once and get people arguing heatedly over which is the truth.

[LutiChris]

I will tell you a secret: The time has come for the groom to crown his bride; guess where the crown lies? Toward midnight, because the light is clear in the darkness. But from where comes the groom? From midday, when the heat gives birth to & travels toward midnight, because the light is clear there. What did they do toward midnight? They fell asleep in the heat, but stormy weather will awaken them, and under it, many will be scared to death.

[LutiChris]

We have not inherited Thule from our ancestors; we have borrowed it from our children.

[LutiChris]

I am convinced that there are universal currents of Divine Thought vibrating the ether everywhere & that any one can sense these vibrations is inspired

[LutiChris]

[LutiChris]

talking with Dad

[LutiChris]

As with men, it has always seemed to me that books have their own peculiar destinies. They go towards the people who are waiting for them & reach them at the right moment. They are made of living material & continue to cast light through the darkness long after the death of their authors.

[LutiChris]

They think they know the world, and do not know themselves; scales in hand, they weigh Saturn & its moons, & cannot calculate the life of a gnat, they construct systems about the flux & reflux of the ocean tides & are ignorant of how the sap mounts in the plant; they establish a mechanics of the Universe, & do not percieve the providential laws that are sustaining their own selves."

[Monolanier]

SHIZAAA!!!

- Joseph Joestar