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"If you are what you eat" (Does that make you a pussy ) " "Do you know what the Fuck I am saying? Do you? This is dialectics. It's very simple dialectics. One through nine, no maybes, no if's no supposes, no fractions -- you can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, with fractions -- what are you going to land on, one quarter, three-eighths -- what are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something -- that's dialectic physics, OK? Dialectic logic is there's only love and hate, you either love somebody or you hate them." ..
Sittin' on my own Chewin' on a bone A thousand million Miles from home When Something hit me Somewhere right between the eyesSleepin' on a plane You know you can't complain You took your last chance Once again I landed, stranded Hardly even knew your nameI wanna talk tonight Until the mornin' light 'Bout how you saved my life You and me see how we areAll your dreams are made Of Strawberry lemonade And you make sure I eat today You take me walking To where you played When you were youngI'll never say that I Won't ever make you cry And this I'll say I don't know why I know I'm leavin' But I'll be back another dayI wanna talk tonight Until the mornin' light 'Bout how you saved my life BEEP,EXCEL256,KAYLANI,&"GORGEOUS L. RETARDS
A Greek word 'Téchnè' means simply "A way to know things". Therefore "Technology" and further "Techno" should be understood as "A way of creation through knowledge". It shouldn't be perceived as "New" - It is more a mode of understanding and perception. There are not objects around us that count, but rather the way we understand them. Human mind is an arrangement of simple neural nets, an enormous collection of simple processes formed into so-called "Consciousness". But, despite all limitations and knowing that it is almost impossible to use all the "Stored" knowledge at one time, computer-generated art, processing tons of information from a myriad of sources will always lack something. Despite this giant leap in technology we are currently witnessing, the central driving force of what we call "Art" will always be soul. More and more sophisticated machines surely will be able to reproduce, but never create anything equal to human feelings. Machines surely can build something new out of given sources, but cannot improvise. There is no algorithm for soul. "What we need is Satisfaction"
I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. The enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I'm sure Elias will be, fighting with Barnes for what Rhah called "possession of my soul." There are times since, I've felt like a child, born of those two fathers. But be that as it may, those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again. To teach to others what we know, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.
~ Well, here I am, anonymous all right. With guys nobody really cares about. They come from the end of the line, most of 'em. Small towns you never heard of: Pulaski, Tennessee; Brandon, Mississippi; Pork Van, Utah; Wampum, Pennsylvania. Two years' high school's about it, maybe if they're lucky a job waiting for them back at a factory, but most of 'em got nothing. They're poor, they're the unwanted, yet they're fighting for our society and our freedom. It's weird, isn't it? They're the bottom of the barrel and they know it. Maybe that's why they call themselves grunts, cause a grunt can take it, can take anything. They're the best I've ever seen. I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.