Sublime

“So small. Are they probes?” “Yes, they must be probes.” This was another of Hubble II’s shocking discoveries:

“No, no. Don’t say where we are! Once we know where we are, then the world becomes as narrow as a map. When we don’t know, the world feels unlimited.”

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An individual’s life consisted of certain classified things: “real things” which were unfrequent and priceless, simply “things” which formed the routine stuff of life; and “ghost things,” also called “fogs,” such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death.

He remembered the Sun of India and shuddered to contemplate the Sun of Mercury.

And there is that other assumption, which is terribly dangerous—that we are constant, and that our reactions can be predicted.

Sometimes, you get sick of yourself, you change.

Monsieur Goisque existe parce que vous le percevez. Vous, vos motos, ce bicorne, rien ne prouve que tout cela ne soit autre chose qu’un faisceau d’informations que vos sens interprètent. – Mais ça me plaît beaucoup, c’est parfaitement shakespearien, dis-je. J’ai toujours su que cette vie était une illusion grotesque. – D’ailleurs, dit Goisque, nous