Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Ask me anything   Submit   But it held a deeper meaning for me, the sense that reality itself was a stage set that could be dismantled at any moment, and that no matter how magnificent anything appeared, it could be swept aside into the debris of the past.

ycdold:

     This explanation, I suppose, is that the physical distance between people has nothing to do with loneliness. It’s psychic distance, and in Montana and Idaho the physical distances are big but the psychic distances between people are small, and here it’s reversed.
     It’s the primary American we’re in. It hit the night before last in Prineville Junction and it’s been with us ever since. There’s this primary America of freeways and jet flights and TV and movie spectaculars. And people caught up in this primary American seem to go through huge portions of their lives without much consciousness of what’s immediately around them. The media have convinced them that what’s right around them is unimportant. And that’s why they’re lonely. You see it in their faces. First the little flicker of searching, and then when they look at you, you’re just a kind of an object. You don’t count. You’re not what they’re looking for. You’re not on TV.
     But in the secondary American we’ve been through, of back roads, and Chinaman’s ditches, and Appaloosa horses, and sweeping mountain ranges, and meditative thoughts and kids with pinecones and bumblebees and open sky above us mile after mile, all through that, what was real, what was around us dominated. And so there wasn’t much feeling of loneliness. That’s the way it must have been a hundred or two hundred years ago. Hardly any people and hardly any loneliness. I’m undoubtedly overgeneralizing, but if the proper qualifications were introduced it would be true.

  • Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig
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Why did the chicken cross the road?

Camus:"Why?" Does it matter why? It does not. That question has no meaning, no significance. All that is significant, all that is real, is the feel of the sun on her feathers. The scent of the hot pavement. The roar of the approaching car. These sensations are her only reality. When she elects to cross the road, she elects to live. This is all that comes to anything.
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deareje:

Benedict Cumberbatch, photoshoot for USA Today, May 17, 2013   

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alwaysiambic:

Benedict Cumberbatch as Orlando in Shakespeare’s As You Like It (2002) with the New Shakespeare Company. 

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pulpflesh:

Although I find the Doctor Who Dalek movies  rather disappointing , it is pretty cool that the TV show that inspired the movies turns 50 in the year that marks the 100th anniversary of  Peter Cushing’s birth.  

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