Cost of Thoughts: Bolts of Intuition and the Calms Between
Every idea that costs a lot carries in its train a host of cheap ones; among these are even some that are useful. — Ludwig Wittgenstein...
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This is a place for book and nature enthusiasts. Join me in an exploration of fiction, science, nature, and the fantastical. I'm here to discover new ways of looking at what's all around us, what was, and what's to come. Hopefully, we can all learn a little something, while finding inspiration in unexpected ways.
Every idea that costs a lot carries in its train a host of cheap ones; among these are even some that are useful. — Ludwig Wittgenstein...
What a Copernicus or a Darwin really achieved was not only a discovery of a true theory, but of a fertile new point of view. — Ludwig...
Understanding a musical phrase may also be called understanding a language. — Ludwig Wittgenstein When the cello sounded, the player...
Spring surpassed his wildest hopes. His trees began to sprout and grow, as if time was in a hurry and wished to make one year do for...
What was scattered gathers What was gathered blows away — Heraclitus With every half-circle stroke, it feels like I’m swimming through a...
The earth melts into the sea as the sea sinks into the earth — Heraclitus If colors had thoughts, indigo might tell you that nothing is...
One thunderbolt strikes root through everything — Heraclitus Imagine the primordial sea of this world, lifeless, without any attributes...
If the word cyborg — short for cybernetic organism — describes the fusion between a living organism and a piece of technology, then we,...
It might also be said: “Meaning moves, whereas a process stands still.” — Ludwig Wittgenstein Twice a day, every day, the tide ebbs and...
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. — Hamlet Imagined...
The cosmos works By harmony of tensions, Like the lyre and bow. — Heraclitus The seagulls were still flying as if the whirling winds of...
Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of...
Give you a reason on compulsion? If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. —...
Perhaps what is inexpressible (what I find mysterious and am not able to express) is the background against which whatever I could...
One keeps forgetting to go right down to the foundations. One doesn’t put the question marks deep enough down. — Ludwig Wittgenstein The...
New York…the city that never sleeps…but sometimes it blacks out. — Fragment heard in the East Village It had only been three months, just...
Each morning you have to break through the dead rubble afresh so as to reach the living warm seed. — Ludwig Wittgenstein Forgetfulness is...
The anguish of the people Who are below here in my face depicts That pity which for terror thou has taken. — Virgil of Dante’s Inferno...
Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing For the known way is an impasse. — Heraclitus The health of an orchestra might appear to...
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. —...