Permanent teenagers, we’re stuck in the web of childhood pretending to be grownups. I’m a fireman, I’m a policeman, I’m a president. The army men fight our battles for us. The faucets spell out coffee, tea, lemonade, pee.
Pop music ate philosophy and shat out talk radio.
The Enlightenment is about half reversed.
I stood on the deck and preached and all the sailors listened and the wind sang through the lines and the wood creaked and everyone, everyone was saved and happy.
Here’s your real world, on the hollow point of a bullet.
The original title of 1984 was 1948. It all already happened, whatever you think is going on. Look up at night and see the ancient light still pouring out of stars.
Before Abraham was, He is.
Got any gum?