we were sons of insurrection,
doomed to face the dark alone
til vicarious perfection
dearly won was made our own.
so where’s your landslide?
where’s your victory?
tell me now, where’s your sting?
unassailable you waited;
the great enemy of man.
til your awful jaws were sated,
and we were ransomed from your hand
so where’s your landslide?
where’s your victory?
tell me now, where’s your sting?
now that you have been disarmed,
we will cross over unharmed.

feedmeorchids:

they say that we’re just accidental atoms beating air,
carrying on and on,
unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair.

but our hearts tell a different story;
our hands feel a different pulse.
something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive;
numinous, higher than our hearts can rise,
transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach;
immanent, closer than the air we breathe.

That’s a pretty big upset to be perfectly honest. That category was a murderers row.

Hey man, it’s okay.

There was a moment… I know when I was under in the dark that something… whatever I’d been reduced to, you know, not even consciousness. It was a vague awareness in the dark, and I could… I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that darkness, there was another kind. It was… it was deeper, warm, you know, like a substance.

galadrielles:

Anna Gunn attends the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards held at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on August 25, 2014 in Los Angeles, California

galadrielles:

Anna Gunn attends the 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards held at Nokia Theatre L.A. Live on August 25, 2014 in Los Angeles, California

There is a point to all of this… Is there a point? Let’s find a point. Is there a point to my act? I would say there is. …I have to. The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, and round and round, it’s got thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud, and it’s fun; for awhile. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: “Is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, EVER, because this is just a ride,”…and we… kill those people. “Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry! Look at my big bank account, and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys that try to tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok? But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want, it’s only a choice; no effort, no work, no job, no savings of money… A simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see us all as one. Here’s what we can do, to change the world, right now, to a better ride: take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and instead use it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we can explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever…in peace.
Bill Hicks

megacosms:

"Wouldn’t that be newsworthy, just for once, to base your decision on information rather than scare-tactics and superstition, and lies, just once. I think it would be newsworthy."

—Bill Hicks

‘When do you think science is gonna save us, Bill!?’
Oh, fuck!

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