Titan Sub Quotes

An Ode to The Occupants of The Titan Sub In the depths where everything is dark, Nothing exists and one tends to lose every mark, Of the reality that lies above, And the memories of the ones you love, Appear to float by like voluptuous sirens, And you think of the benevolent Titans, Then as the pressure mounts you hear a creaking sound, Slowly building up inside the hollow chamber where now only fear does abound, Then as your heart races and it does frantically pound, You feel you are to an unknown and impending doom bound, And you summon all your Gods in the form of your fears, And you gauge the ferocity of all the snares, Building from above, bottom, left and right, It is then you hold your equally fearful companion’s hand tight, And you remember all that you loved and those you still love, But they are far up and above, and you are here in the abyss now, Where darkness spreads endlessly and the creaking sound becomes louder, And all of a sudden you feel you are hit by a titanic sized aqueous boulder, Everything implodes, but only your heart and your memories explode, As they surface on the horizon of perception and your loved ones rush to the abode, Of the Gods where castles of prayers are erected, Prayers rising from the heart that gods have not defected, There they rush, and implore, But the Titans become quieter and they think Gods too ignore, The cries of the lamenting and remorseful heart, But little do they know praying is not an art, It is a feeling sublime and serene that arises from within, And when expressed with sincerity in the universe its resonance does deepen, And then Gods respond with care, And they always say, “darling, there is nothing to fear.” This sounds assuaging for many reasons, known and unknown, And your kin and kith experience the familiarity in these consolations offered by the unknown, And to the five departed adventurers of the deep sea, I hope in their Heavenward journey, now they shall new wonders see, And be the part of a greater adventure, That I call the God’s enterprising venture, As for the wonder of the abyss, There shall always be someone who for its thrill would miss, Anything and everything else, Because if he/she doesn't, then he/she will be someone else, That is why they dare to take on the Gods of the dark and deep, Because human passion is something that into the soul does seep, And unless tasted and confronted, this adventurer residing within the soul does not let him/her to sleep, So let me wish the 5 adventurers all the best on their new journey, Where there is no need for submersibles for in that world one attains natural buoyancy, and this too is one hell of a journey! As for those woe struck loved ones still residing in the realm of gravity, I hope they find assuaging moments in their thoughtful proclivity, Where they notice the universe flowing through their departed and loved one, Because every adventure is an expression of belief in love for someone, That someone who does not fear the abyss, That someone who dares to be the one, and never miss, The adventures that await him/her in those unknown realms, Where even the Titans sometimes bear signs of qualms, There let us go and seek the knowledge that awaits to reveal itself, Only if the adventurer believes in himself/herself, And I think that is where all 5 adventurers can always be found, In the realm of the Titans where knowledge does abound, where knowledge does abound!

By 2000, RMS Titanic Inc. had returned to the site four more times, using French or Russian submersibles. In a game of Finders Keepers, they pocketed more than 6,000 artifacts and displayed them in a museum, charging people to see them. The company even broadcast a documentary showing how it took the objects. All told, the items included eyeglasses, shoes, handbags, luggage, and even a bronze cherub statue from the Grand Staircase. A bell and a light from the foremast were removed, and the salvagers even raised a chunk of the hull weighing 18 tons. They sold pieces of coal from the engine room for $25 a block. They created a website, so you could peruse the collections online. Documentary filmmakers and wealthy sightseers visited the site in mini-subs. And, perhaps most grotesque of all, a couple were married in a submersible perched on Titanic’s bow. I wouldn’t think of a mass grave as romantic, but I guess some couples are into that.

I wanted to get a look at the area near that forward magazine, but I wasn’t sure if that would be possible, because Lusitania was resting on her starboard side. The wreckage also had become a favorite place for local fishermen to set their nets, and some of the nets had broken off and gotten caught on the ship’s superstructure, forming a giant spider’s web that could endanger our manned mini-sub Delta, our newly developed Jason robot, and a smaller remote-controlled vehicle called Homer. The first step was to use Jason and its sophisticated sonars to make a 3-D model of the wreck. We could then superimpose the ship’s original engineering drawings onto that map to locate the forward magazine precisely. Fortunately, the angle of Lusitania’s hull made it possible for Homer to slip under the bow and determine that the forward magazine was completely intact. Whatever had caused the second explosion had not been stored there.

I kept pestering him over the next several months, though, and he finally tried to pacify me. “Look, Bob, you can do whatever you want, but you gotta do it within the time and within the money, and that’s it.” Only if I fulfilled the assignments on the two sub wrecks could I squeeze in Titanic. He also agreed to provide me with an additional three million dollars over five years, bringing the Navy total to five million dollars.

The Navy knew where both wrecks were: Thresher was about 200 miles east of Massachusetts, but Scorpion was a good two-thirds of the way across the Atlantic, several hundred miles southwest of the Azores. The Navy had already examined them both from submersibles in 1969, but Thunman wanted to photograph the wrecks with the more sophisticated cameras we were developing. He was hoping that new images would help experts determine why Scorpion had sunk. He also wanted to know if either of the steel containment vessels enclosing the subs’ nuclear reactors or the nuclear-tipped torpedoes that Scorpion carried had leaked radiation and harmed the environment. I confirmed that we had the equipment to do a more thorough inspection of both vessels. At some point, I happened to mention that all my life, I’d wanted to search for Titanic, and maybe I could piggyback that search onto these expeditions.

Totuşi, nu-mi pot scoate din cap diferenţa enormă ce există între idei şi viaţă. E o dislocare permanentă, cu toate că ne străduim să aruncăm peste amândouă un magnific acoperământ. Şi nu se potriveşte. Ideile trebuie însoţite de acţiune.’’ ‘’Până acum, gândul meu, colaborând cu mine însumi, a fost acela de a mă îndepărta de etalonul de aur al literaturii. Pe scurt, gândul meu era să prezint o resurecţie a emoţiilor, să descriu comportamentul unei fiinţe omeneşti în stratosfera ideilor, adică în ghearele delirului. Să zugrăvesc o fiintă presocratică, o făptură jumătate ţap, jumătate titan.’’ ‘’Când vâd siluetele bărbaţilor şi femeilor mişcându-se apatic în dosul zidurilor închisorii lor, la adăpost sigur, bine închişi pentru câteva ore fugare, mă înspăimântă potenţialul de dramă umană cuprins în aceste trupuri plăpânde, în dosul acestor ziduri cenuşii e plin de scântei umane şi totuşi nici un incendiu nu izbucneşte. Oare aceştia sunt bărbaţi şi femei, mă întreb eu, sau doar nişte umbre, umbrele unor marionete manevrate de nişte sfori invizibile? Aparent se mişcă fără nici un fel de constrângere, dar n-au unde să se ducă. Doar pe un singur tărâm sunt liberi şi pot hălădui în libertate, dar încă n-au învăţat să-şi ia avânt. Până acum nu se cunoaşte vreun vis care să-şi fi luat avântul. Nici un om n-a venit pe lume destul de uşor, destul de voios pentru a se putea desprinde de pământ! Vulturii care au bătut o vreme din aripile lor puternice s-au zdrobit de pământ. Ne-au ameţit cu zgomotul pe care-1 fac când bat aerul cu apripile. Rămâneţi pe pământ, o, voi, vulturi ai viitorului! Cerurile au fost explorate şi s-au dovedit a fi pustii. Iar ceea ce zace sub pământ este tot un pustiu, umplut doar de oseminte şi de umbre. Rămâneţi deci pe pământ şi mai plutiţi câteva sute de mii de ani!

The false or at best imperfect salvations described in the Chandogya Upanishad are of three kinds. There is first the pseudo-salvation associated with the belief that matter is the ultimate Reality. Virochana, the demonic being who is the apotheosis of power-loving, extraverted somatotonia, finds it perfectly natural to identify himself with his body, and he goes back to the other Titans to seek a purely material salvation. Incarnated in the present century, Virochana would have been an ardent Communist, Fascist or nationalist. Indra sees through material salvationism and is then offered dreamsalvation, deliverance out of bodily existence into the intermediate world between matter and spirit—that fascinatingly odd and exciting psychic universe, out of which miracles and foreknowledge, “spirit communications” and extra-sensory perceptions make their startling irruptions into ordinary life. But this freer kind of individualized existence is still all too personal and ego-centric to satisfy a soul conscious of its own incompleteness and eager to be made whole. Indra accordingly goes further and is tempted to accept the undifferentiated consciousness of deep sleep, of false samadhi and quietistic trance, as the final deliverance. But he refuses, in Brahmananda’s words, to mistake tamas for sattvas, sloth and sub-consciousness for poise and super-consciousness. And so, by discrimination, he comes to the realization of the Self, which is the enlightenment of the darkness that is ignorance and the deliverance from the mortal consequences of that ignorance.

They wore full-coverage raid suits, thick-filtered helmets, their gloves embellished with a ridge of claw-like, upturned hooks along each knuckle, all emblazoned with the logo of Atlas—Greek Titan of Endurance—shouldering the world in a neon blue silhouette.