Tag: time
Jetta – An autistic kid talks about the universe and the end of time
Chris: If you could share one message with the whole entire world, what would you say?
Jetta: The universe is about the end.
Chris: Why do you want people to know that?
Jetta: Because someday it will end in our face. Read the full page
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Andrew McIntosh – On the Drive Towards Death and the Drive Away From Death (Ineffectual Whinging)
Just throwing a hodge podge of ideas I’ve read about and find interesting together in the hopes of coming up with a synthesis that doesn’t mean much in the end anyway. It’s not like I believe there are such things as “Death Drives” and “the Will” and all that, they’re more metaphorical for what is probably more mundane, neurobiological stuff going on in our stupid brains. Read the full page
Days go by without restraint.
Things change faster and faster and we keep keeping up because we are afraid to die.
Vsauce in the video “Illusions of Time”, inspired by “Social acceleration” by Hartmut Rosa
And all the parties they fade And yes, my looks, they’ll go away I’ll just be left here in America But she never had a home for me
London Grammar – America
I’m Thinking of Ending Things
Sometimes the thought is closer to the truth, to reality, than an action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can’t fake a thought. Continue reading
Once again, the children of the core think to change the inevitable. They do not see the truth, the futility of their actions. We bring purity to chaos, serenity to bedlam. All will be consumed. This is necessary and good. The children do not understand. The children believe their lives worth living.
The children are wrong. The worlds and the core of the worlds live in pain, agony, discord. We bring peace. Equality. Silence.
All are one within our embrace. The children resist what cannot be resisted. They fight a battle that cannot be won. Their actions are ultimately irrelevant. No matter how many times they rise, they will be destroyed. Their time is over. We will consume all.
The “Root”, via “Dreamer” / “Nightmare”, in “Remnant: From the Ashes”
When you’re suffering, that’s when you’re most real. Read the full page
Windows 95, you’re long gone but I’m still alive […] Windows 95, is only a metaphor for what I feel inside And although I’m older now There’s still an emptiness That’s never letting go somehow […] Have you ever walked into what seemed To be somebody else’s dream? And though the time won’t let you pass It keeps you looking through the glass
Molly Nilsson – 1995
The first time I watched Buffalo ’66 – Matteo Gagliardi
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The Crazy Woman Next Door – Conversation with Alda Merini
Unfortunately, the soul, which by the way is what then writes and survives […], is the part that flies over matter and is the one that’s the most attentive and the most painful: namely, seeing the deterioration of the body, this soul distress itself, it… above all, it loses its way. Continue reading
You’d be surprised by how many people aspire to be completely normal. We’re a race apart. You have to fight to the teeth for not end up being one of them. Read the full page
– It’s the only theme. The passing of time.
The park is now empty and bare[🡕], with an abandoned chain about it. The jungle gym, the slide and swing have rusted together. They’re all so terribly alone now. Where did all the children go? Didn’t they know that the park needed them?
A child’s intelligent heart can fathom the depth of many dark places. But can it fathom the delicate moment of its own detachment?
Detachment
Translated from Italian by me (WTFPL).
You can imagine, a seventeen-year-old, it’s the age when one fights furiously with their father, even now, and they fought furiously back then too (ed. in the Middle Ages), as in every era, at that age.
Alessandro Barbero, Festival della Mente 2011[🡕]
There’s a thirst for ignorance, because for millennia there has been a thirst for knowledge. Humanity has got to know so much, too much. And as it now notices that it’s worse off than before, the desire has reversed itself, and so there is a thirst for ignorance. But this has not led to a productive step backwards, because by now the damage has already been done and it has already changed the game: it has led to a heavy, aggressive and self-destructive ignorance, not the simple smug knowledge of the old years.
The now, has this annoying habit of constantly existing.
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
David Eagleman – “Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives”
You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your mommy, your daddy, your nature pajamas. You love everything, don’t ya? Yeah. But you know what, buddy? As you get older… some of the things that you love might not seem so special anymore, you know? Like your jack-in-the-box. Maybe you’ll realize it’s just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal… And the older you get, the fewer things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it’s only one or two things. With me, I think it’s one.
The Hurt Locker – James speaking to his son
Future will be the past of the present.
Title of an ambient piece by “Jonson” (Harald Karla)
No matter what one does, there is never enough time.
Invisible
Old people, they look back at the good old days, and it was good because they were young. But they act like it was “the day”. No, it was ’cause youth is good: that’s gone, you’re fucked; it’s not the day. And then they reject anything that’s new, it’s like we do with fucking hip-hop, if you’re in your 30s: «Oh, fuck that, that ain’t music, we had music back when 38 Special was around…» What? No. Let’s all fucking kill ourselves for the hypocrisy, right?
Doug Stanhope – Deadbeat Hero
Shane Carruth’s masterpiece. Read the full page
Chance doesn’t exist But the path of life is not totally so predestined Time and chronology show us how all should be In the ways of existence To find out why we are here
Being conscious is a torment[🡕] The more we learn is the less we get Every answer contains a new quest A quest to non existence, a journey with no end
No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small But life’s objective is to make it meaningful Only searching for this That which doesn’t exist Although our ability to relativize remains unclear
I’m not afraid to die I’m afraid to be alive without being aware of it
I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to Waste all my energy on things that do not matter anymore
Our future has already been written by us alone But we don’t grasp the meaning of our programmed course of life Our future has already been wasted by us alone And we just let it happen and do not worry at all
We only fear what comes And smell death every day Search for the answers that lie beyond
Epica – Sensorium; lyrics by Mark Jansen
Out of the womb, into the tomb.
Time destroys all things.
Irréversible
Final Fantasy X – Auron talks about “the spiral of death”
Tidus: Why is it… everything in Spira seems to revolve around people dying?
Auron: Ahh, the spiral of death.
Tidus: Huh?
Auron: Summoners challenge the bringer of death, Sin, and die doing so. Guardians give their lives to protect their summoner. The fayth are the souls of the dead. Even the maesters of Yevon are unsent. Spira is full of death. Only Sin is reborn, and then, only to bring more death. It is a cycle of death, spiraling endlessly.
Final Fantasy X – Tidus and Auron during the imprisonment in Bevelle
Carmelo Bene – Four Moments on the Whole Nothing – 4°: Art
(Miserable) artists and relative (miserable) consumers. Read the full page
Waking Life – Richard Linklater
A thousand years is but an instant. Read the full page
Nothing left to feel nor to understand.
I did not want to live my life. Nor did I even want to live for my death…
Shape of Despair – …To Live for My Death…
We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
Amélie – Hipolito (the writer)
I am Ultimecia. Time shall compress, all existence denied…
Reflect on your childhood: your sensation, your words, your emotions…
Time… It will not wait.
No matter how hard you hold on. It escapes you.
And… [And you’re going to die. / And everything will be destroyed.]
Ultimecia (Artemisia), Final Fantasy VIII
– But dad, you’re talking, like, in 25 years. Sorry, but I’d rather be happy now than in 25 years.
– Sure, you’re right. Perhaps it’s not much of a comfort at the moment. But anyway…
– ’Cause in 25 years… That’s, like, 25 years. It doesn’t exist.
Show Me Love / Fucking Ă…mĂĄl
On the Highwind, near the ending
Cloud: I’ve… been thinking too. About the universe… planet… ocean. How wide and big… No matter where I go and what I do it won’t change a thing.
Cid: Maybe you’re right. But I came up with something different. I always thought this planet was so huge. But lookin’ at it from space, I realized it’s so small. We’re just floatin’ in the dark. Kind of makes you feel powerless. […] That’s why I say this planet’s still a kid. A little kid sick and trembling in the middle of this huge universe. […]
Vincent: City of the Ancients… The Ancients… after a long time that is probably what others will come to call us… Hmm…hwa ha ha ha… It’s only a matter of time for us.
Final Fantasy VII
As If The World Were Ending: The Meaning of the Schizophrenic Experience – Eugenio Borgna
“Confess! Confess! they shouted at me, just as they once did with sorcerers and heretics, and in the end, I decided to let myself be classified within an illness defined by doctors and indiscriminately labeled in medical dictionaries as either theomania or demonomania. By relying on the inherent meanings of these two definitions, science grants itself the right to make disappear or silence all the prophets and seers foretold in the Apocalypse; and I took solace in being one of them.” Read the full page
Well, well I’m young I’m a young girl Well, I mean… I’m a young woman And then, I guess, I’ll just be a woman Not too young Not too old Just right Right in the middle Just about right in the middle
And then, well… Well, I guess I’ll get a little older, God willing Guess I’ll just get A wee bit older And then I’ll be, yes That’s right: An older woman And as the years roll on and on and on I’ll keep on getting older, God willing
And then, well… Well, I guess Nothin’ for it I’m gonna be If God wills it Yes, that’s right: An old woman An old, old woman
And as the years roll on and on and on I’ll keep on getting older, God willing
But you’ll still say I’m beautiful I’ll still be beautiful inside And lovely to you, huh, baby? Lovely to you, huh, baby?
And I’ll say to them young’uns: «Hey, kids! Kids! Gather round, Gather round me, now.»
«When your grandfather and I were young…»
And as the years roll on and on and on I’ll keep on getting older, God willing
«Oh, mother, mother,» «Hear me, father,» «Catch me when I fall!» And as the years roll on and on and on I’ll keep on getting older, God willing…
Rebecca Pidgeon – Grandmother
If on a winter’s night a traveler – Italo Calvino
The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death. Read the full page
In five hundred thousand years, it appears that England will be entirely submerged. If I were an Englishman I should lay down my arms at once.
Each of us has his unit of time. For one it is the day, the week, the month, or the year; for another, it is a decade, or a century… These units, still on the human scale, are compatible with any plan, any task.
There are some, however, who take time itself for their unit, and sometimes raise themselves above it: for them, what task, what plan deserves to be taken seriously? A man who sees too far, who is contemporary with the whole future, can no longer act or even move…
Emil Cioran – The Trouble With Being Born
As a general rule, men expect disappointment: they know they must not be impatient, that it will come sooner or later, that it will hold off long enough for them to proceed with their undertakings of the moment. The disabused man is different: for him, disappointment occurs at the same time as the deed; he has no need to await it, it is present. By freeing himself from succession, he has devoured the possible and rendered the future superfluous. “I cannot meet you in your future,” he says to the others. “We do not have a single moment in common.” Because for him the whole of the future is already here.
When we perceive the end in the beginning, we move faster than time. Illumination, that lightning disappointment, affords a certitude which transforms disillusion into deliverance.
Emil Cioran – The Trouble With Being Born
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. Read the full page
Beyond the Pleasure Principle – Sigmund Freud
Such memory-traces, then, have nothing to do with the fact of becoming conscious; indeed they are often most powerful and most enduring when the process which left them behind was one which never entered consciousness. Read the full page
In Search of Lost Time (Remembrance of Things Past) – Marcel Proust
When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the hours, the sequence of the years, the order of the heavenly host. Read the full page
Theory of Harmony – Arnold Schoenberg
Life and death are both equally present in the embryo. What lies between is time. Nothing intrinsic, that is; merely a dimension, which is, however, necessarily consummated. Let the pupil learn by this example to recognize what is eternal: change, and what is temporal: being (das Bestehen). Read the full page
Nowadays it is not only a matter of habit for me, but also one of taste, a malicious taste perhaps? – To write nothing more that would not drive to despair every sort of person who is “in a hurry.” Philology is, namely, that venerable art that requires of its admirers one thing above all else: to go aside, to take time, to become still, become slow – as a goldsmith’s art and connoisseurship of the word, which has nothing but fine, cautious work to take care of and which achieves nothing if it does not achieve it lento. But for exactly this reason, philology is today more necessary than ever, by exactly this means, philology attracts and enchants us most powerfully in the midst of an age of “work,” that is to say, of precipitateness, of unseemly and sweating overhaste that wants at once to be over and done with everything, […]
Nietzsche – Dawn – Preface – 5
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Hector Berlioz
[…] deep, deep, and forever, into some ordinary and nameless grave.
Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial
The Imitation of Christ – Thomas à Kempis
Truly it is misery even to live upon the earth. Read the full page
See the gulf of time behind and another infinite time ahead. What difference is there in this respect between an infant who lives three days and someone who lives three times as long as Nestor?
Marcus Aurelius – Meditations, 4.50
Out of the womb, into the tomb.
(and variants)
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