There is no truth, you know? It's not about locking up all the bad guys. It doesn't work like that. There are no bad guys. There are no good guys. It's not 'grey' either. It's just that the truth shifts according to each person you talk to, and as the truth shifts it gets obscured on another layer of agenda. Intelligence is about being able to see accurately in any one moment why someone is doing something. On either side of that moment in a different circumstance, you may not be able to interpret what you've seen. But if you can get a chance at it just once, then you may have a chance at interpolation. If you never see it, you'll never be able to guess anything.
There is no truth because it's lost in the fourth dimension of time, and just when you think you understand it, it's passed. The game's a kaleidoscope.
- Dan (The Situation, 2006)
Literature I Like
Literature bits, most from somewhere, some original.
January 14, 2012
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June 23, 2011
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June 9, 2011
“It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.”
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 12:56 AM
February 5, 2011
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January 6, 2011
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February 16, 2010
Love means nothing to the tennis crowd.
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 11:38 AM
February 15, 2010
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found Thanks, Sajithetta! :)
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
Thanks, Sajithetta! :)
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 12:29 AM
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 12:15 AM
January 10, 2010
What could my mother be to yours ? What kin is my father to yours anyway ? And how did you and I meet ever ? But in love. Our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain. Chempulapeyarinar ["poet of red earth and pouring rain"] Kuruntokai 40
What could my mother be
to yours ? What kin is my father
to yours anyway ? And how
did you and I meet ever ?
But in love.
Our hearts have mingled
like red earth and pouring rain. Chempulapeyarinar
["poet of red earth and pouring rain"] Kuruntokai 40
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 3:56 PM
September 1, 2009
January 27, 2009
Altaira Morbius: Where have you been? I've beamed and beamed.
Robby: Sorry, miss. I was giving myself an oil-job.
Altaira Morbius: Robby, I must have a new dress, right away.
Altaira Morbius: Oh, but this one must be different! Absolutely nothing must show - below, above or through.
Altaira Morbius: No, just eye-proof will do.
Robby: Thick and heavy?
Altaira Morbius: Oh, no, Robby. It must be the loveliest, softest thing you've ever made for me, and fit in all the right places, with lots and lots of star sapphires.
Robby: Star sapphires take a week to crystallize properly. Would diamonds or emeralds do?
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 3:27 AM