Background Image

...

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

-Kim Stanley Robinson

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

History Was Like Some

Kim Stanley Robinson

...

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

Views: 9

Topic

More From Kim Stanley Robinson

It Was That Sort Of Sleep In Which You Wake Every Hour And Think To Yourself That You Have Not Been Sleeping At All; You Can Remember Dreams That Are Like Reflections, Daytime Thinking Slightly Warped.

But Lies Were What People Wanted; That Was Politics.

Utopia Is The Process Of Making A Better World, The Name For One Path History Can Take, A Dynamic, Tumultuous, Agonizing Process, With No End. Struggle Forever.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

Beauty Is Power And Elegance, Right Action, Form Fitting Function, Intelligence, And Reasonability. And Very Often Expressed In Curves.

And Because We Are Alive, The Universe Must Be Said To Be Alive. We Are Its Consciousness As Well As Our Own. We Rise Out Of The Cosmos And We See Its Mesh Of Patterns, And It Strikes Us As Beautiful. And That Feeling Is The Most Important Thing In All The Universe—its Culmination, Like The Color Of The Flower At First Bloom On A Wet Morning.

When It Comes To The Environment, The Invisible Hand Never Picks Up The Check.

I Grew Up In A Utopia, I Did. California When I Was A Child Was A Child's Paradise, I Was Healthy, Well Fed, Well Clothed, Well Housed. I Went To School And There Were Libraries With All The World In Them And After School I Played In Orange Groves And In Little League And In The Band And Down At The Beach And Every Day Was An Adventure. . . . I Grew Up In Utopia.

It Is Easy To Live Multiple Lives! What Is Hard Is To Be A Whole Person

We All Have Secret Lives. The Life Of Excretion; The World Of Inappropriate Sexual Fantasies; Our Real Hopes, Our Terror Of Death; Our Experience Of Shame; The World Of Pain; And Our Dreams. No One Else Knows These Lives. Consciousness Is Solitary. Each Person Lives In That Bubble Universe That Rests Under The Skull, Alone.

The World Operates By Number, By Physical Laws, Expressed Mathematically. If You Know These, You Will Have A Better Grasp Of Things. And Some Possible Job Skills.

When Some French Were Assembling An Encyclopedia Of Paranormal Experiences, They Decided To Leave Déjà Vu Out, Because It Was So Common It Could Not Be Considered Paranormal.

In An Expanding Universe, Order Is Not Really Order, But Merely The Difference Between The Actual Entropy Exhibited And The Maximum Entropy Possible.

Expanding Universe

The Sky Itself Is The Eighth Color Of The Rainbow, Spread Over The Whole Sky For Us, All The Time.

The Quran Says Nothing About The Veil, Except For An Injunction To Veil The Bosom, Which Is Obvious. As For The Face, Muhammad's Wife Khadijeh Never Wore The Veil, Nor Did The Other Wives Of The Prophet After Khadijeh Died. [...] The Ulema Have Twisted The Quran With Their Hadith, Always Twisting It Toward Those In Power, Until The Message Muhammad Laid Out So Clearly, Straight From God, Has Been Reversed, And Good Muslim Women Are Made Like Slaves Again, Or Worse.

The Minimum That Most Minimalists Want Leaves In Place Just The Institutions Who Protect Their Interests. That's Libertarians For You - Anarchists Who Want Police Protection From Their Slaves.

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

Beauty Was The Promise Of Happiness, Not Happiness Itself; And The Anticipated World Was Often More Rich Than Anything Real.

It Is Always The Teacher Who Must Learn The Most... Or Else Nothing Real Has Happened In The Exchange.

Fights Over Ideas Are The Most Vicious Of All. If It Were Merely Food, Or Water, Or Shelter, We Would Work Something Out. But In The Realm Of Ideas One Can Become Idealistic .

Anyway That's A Large Part Of What Economics Is - People Arbitrarily, Or As A Matter Of Taste, Assigning Numerical Values To Non-numerical Things. And Then Pretending That They Haven't Just Made The Numbers Up, Which They Have. Economics Is Like Astrology In That Sense, Except That Economics Serves To Justify The Current Power Structure, And So It Has A Lot Of Fervent Believers Among The Powerful

I Think The Us Is In A Terrible State Of Denial. Worse Than That, We Seem To Be Caught In A Kind Of Gotterdammerung Response: We'd Rather Have The World Go Down In Flames Than Change Our Lifestyle Or Admit We're Wrong.

One Of The Chief Features Of Incompetence Was An Inability To See It In Oneself.

Rock Is Much More Malleable Than Ideas.

Science Was Many Things, Nadia Thought, Including A Weapon With Which To Hit Other Scientists.

What We Need Is Equality Without Conformity.

That's Libertarians For You - Anarchists Who Want Police Protection From Their Slaves.

All The Repetitions In The Pattern Were Superficial; The Moment Was Always New. It Had To Be Lived, And Then The Next Moment Embraced As It Arrived.

Economics Was Like Psychology, A Pseudoscience Trying To Hide That Fact With Intense Theoretical Hyperelaboration. And Gross Domestic Product Was One Of Those Unfortunate Measurement Concepts, Like Inches Or The British Thermal Unit, That Ought To Have Been Retired Long Before.

Childhood Isn't Just Those Years. It's Also The Opinions You Form About Them Afterward. That's Why Our Childhoods Are So Long.

History Is A Wave That Moves Through Time Slightly Faster Than We Do.

We Ought To Be Keeping In Mind That The Technology Is Not Just Hardware And Machinery, It Is Also Software. So You Can Think Of Languages Of The Technology And Writing Of The Technology And The Social Justice Of The Technology In What Social Justice Does Is Reduce Impacts On The Earth Because The Most Impact Is From The Poorest And Richest People.

And In This Curious State I Had The Realization, At The Moment Of Seeing That Stranger There, That I Was A Person Like Everybody Else. That I Was Known By My Actions And Words, That My Internal Universe Was Unavailable For Inspection By Others. They Didn't Know. They Didn't Know, Because I Never Told Them.

There's Jevon's Paradox That The Better We Get At Efficiently Using Energy The More Energy We Use; So That And That Machine Technology Improvements Per Se Do Not Necessarily Reduce Our Impacts Because We Immediately Double Down On How Much We Use.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

Look At The Pattern This Seashell Makes. The Dappled Whorl, Curving Inward To Infinity. That's The Shape Of The Universe Itself. There's Constant Pressure, Pushing Towards Pattern. A Tendency In Matter To Evolve Into Ever More Complex Forms. It's A Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

The Vaunted Experience Of Age Was Perhaps Only A Matter Of Wounds And Scarring -- That Young Minds To Old Minds Might Be As Young Bodies To Old Bodies: Stronger, More Vital, Less Twisted By Damage.

If The Amount Of Money Going Into The War Economy Were Invested In Landscape Restoration, We Would Be In A Far More Positive Position. It May Get A Little Dire Before We Pull Together, But I Think When The Prosperous Nations, And In Particular The Us, Realise They're Wrecking Their Own Kids' Lives, There Will Be A Mass Change In Value. It Will Be A Difficult Century, And Ugly, But I Don't Think That In The End People Are So Stupid As To Kill Themselves Off.

Easier To Destroy The World Than To Change Capitalism Even One Little Bit.

You Can Only Kill Disappointment With A New Try.

How Was It That Destruction Could Be So Beautiful? Was There Something In The Scale Of It? Was There Some Shadow In People, Lusting For It? Or Was It Just A Coincidental Combination Of The Elements, The Final Proof That Beauty Has No Moral Dimension?

Atoms Have A Nucleus, Made Of Protons And Neutrons Bound Together. Around This Nucleus Shells Of Electrons Spin, And Each Shell Is Either Full Or Trying To Get Full, To Balance With The Number Of Protons-to Balance The Number Of Positive And Negative Charges. An Atom Is Like A Human Heart, You See.

The Word Of God Came Down To Man As Rain To Soil, And The Result Was Mud, Not Clear Water. (bistami) Pg. 128

On The River Path In Boston Beauty Was Most Expressed As Youth And Intelligence. That Made Sense; Sixty Degree-giving Institutions, Some Three Hundred Thousand Students; That Meant At Least One Hundred Fifty Thousand More Nubile Young Women Than Demographics Would Ordinarily Suggest. Maybe That Was Why Young Men Stayed In Boston When Their College Years Were Over, Maybe That Explained Why They Were So Intellectually Hyperactive, So Frustrated, So Alcoholic, Such Terrible Drivers.

You Could Never Teach Other People Anything That Mattered. The Important Things They Had To Learn For Themselves, Almost Always By Making Mistakes, So That The Lessons Arrived Too Late To Help. Experience Was In That Sense Useless. It Was Precisely What Could Not Be Passed Along In A Lesson.

Trending Author

Rodney Dangerfield

Christina Rossetti

Category