As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

I long for the days of disorder. I want them back, the days when I was alive on the earth, rippling in the quick of my skin, heedless and real. I was dumb-muscled and angry and real. This is what I long for, the breach of peace, the days of disarray when I walked real streets and did things slap-bang and felt angry and ready all the time, a danger to others and a distant mystery to myself.

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

How many beginnings before you see the lies in your excitement?

You have to break through the structure of your own stonework habit just to make yourself listen.