The camera seems to me, next to unassisted and weaponless consciousness, the central instrument of our time.

The camera seems to me, next to unassisted and weaponless consciousness, the central instrument of our time.

It is clear enough by now to most people that the camera never lies is a foolish saying. Yet it is doubtful whether most people realize how extraordinarily slippery a liar the camera is.

I suspect the fault...is in me: that I hate any job on earth, as a job and a hindrance and a semi-suicide.

And no matter what, there's not one thing in this world *or* the next that we can do or hope or guess at or wish or pray that can change it or help it one iota. Because whatever is, is. That's all. And all there is now is to be ready for it, strong enough for it, whatever it may be. That's all. That's all that matters. It's all that matters because it's all that's possible.

All of consciousness is shifted from the imagined, the revisive, to the effort to perceive simply the cruel radiance of what is

And a human being whose life is nurtured in an advantage which has accrued from the disadvantage of other human beings, and who prefers that this should remain as it is, is a human being by definition only, having much more in common with the bedbug, the tapeworm, the cancer, and the scavengers of the deep sea.