Tlaloc Quotes

Enemies are a given. Friends are not.

A SLUG IN BED WILL LOSE HIS HEAD! ARISE, PATHETIC ONE! TLALOC HAS RETURNED TO BEAT YOUR POWERS INTO YOU!

LOOK TO THE SKIES! THEY ARE FULL OF DISGUSTING SUNSHINE! LET US GO FORTH AND TRAIN ANEW TO BRING THE WRATH OF THE CLOUDS DOWN AMONG US! -- Tlaloc

I have myself eaten the hallucinogenic mushroom, psilocybe, a divine ambrosia in immemorial use among the Masatec Indians of Oaxaca Province, Mexico; hear the priestess invoke Tlaloc, the Mushroom-god, and seen transcendental visions. Thus I wholeheartedly agree with R. Gordon Wasson, the American discoverer of this ancient rite, that European ideas of heaven and hell may well have derived from similar mysteries.

All the earth is a grave, and nought escapes it; nothing is so perfect that it does not fall and disappear. The rivers, brooks, fountains and waters flow on, and never return to their joyous beginnings; they hasten on to the vast realms of Tlaloc, and the wider they spread between their marges the more rapidly do they mould their own sepulchral urns. That which was yesterday is not to-day; and let not that which is to-day trust to live to-morrow.

I love the word Quetzalcoatl.' 'The word!' he repeated. His eyes laughed at her teasingly all the time. 'What do you think, Mrs Leslie,' cried the pale-faced young Mirabal, in curiously resonant English, with a French accent. 'Don't you think it would be wonderful if the gods came back to Mexico? our own gods?' He sat in intense expectation, his blue eyes fixed on Kate's face, his soup-spoon suspended. Kate's face was baffled with incomprehension. 'Not those Aztec horrors!' she said. 'The Aztec horrors! The Aztec horrors! Well, perhaps they were not so horrible after all. But if they were, it was because the Aztecs were all tied up. They were in a cul de sac, so they saw nothing but death. Don't you think so?' 'I don't know enough!' said Kate. 'Nobody knows any more. But if you like the word Quetzalcoatl, don't you think it would be wonderful if he came back again? Ah, the names of the gods! Don't you think the names are like seeds, so full of magic, of the unexplored magic? Huitzilopochtli!--how wonderful! And Tlaloc! Ah! I love them! I say them over and over, like they say Mani padma Om! in Tibet. I believe in the fertility of sound. Itzpapalotl--the Obsidian Butterfly! Itzpapalotl! But say it, and you will see it does good to your soul. Itzpapalotl! Tezcatlipocá! They were old when the Spaniards came, they needed the bath of life again. But now, re-bathed in youth, how wonderful they must be!

But if you like the word Quetzalcoatl, don't you think it would be wonderful if he came back again? Ah, the names of the gods! Don't you think the names are like seeds, so full of magic, of the unexplored magic? Huitzilopochtli!--how wonderful! And Tlaloc! Ah! I love them! I say them over and over, like they say Mani padma Om! in Tibet. I believe in the fertility of sound. Itzpapalotl--the Obsidian Butterfly! Itzpapalotl! But say it, and you will see it does good to your soul. Itzpapalotl! Tezcatlipocá! They were old when the Spaniards came, they needed the bath of life again. But now, re-bathed in youth, how wonderful they must be! Think of Jehovah! Jehovah! Think of Jesus Christ! How thin and poor they sound! Or Jesús Cristo! They are dead names, all the life withered out of them. Ah, it is time now for Jesus to go back to the place of the death of the gods, and take the long bath of being made young again. He is an old-old young god, don't you think?' He looked long at Kate, then dived for his soup. Kate widened her eyes in amazement at this torrent from the young Mirabal. Then she laughed. 'I think it's a bit overwhelming!' she said, non-committal. 'Ah! Yes! Exactly! Exactly! But how good to be overwhelmed! How splendid if something will overwhelm me! Ah, I am so glad!

Tlaloc realized how the human race had gone stagnant, how people had become so dependent on machines that they had nothing left but apathy. Their goals were gone, their drive, their passion. When they should have had nothing to do but unleash their creative impulses, they were too lazy to perform even the work of the imagination

Una peculiar característica de los aztecas que ya hemos mencionado, es que hacían la guerra con el fin de tomar prisioneros, esclavos, para la realización de masivos sacrificios humanos; prácticamente, no pasaba un día sin que corrieran toneles de sangre humana; particularmente en los grandes templos de UitzUopochtli y Tlaloc.

Humans tried to develop intelligent machines as secondary reflex systems, turning over primary decisions to mechanical servants. Gradually, though, the creators did not leave enough to do for themselves; they began to feel alienated, dehumanized, and even manipulated. Eventually humans became little more than decisionless robots themselves, left without an understanding of their natural existence. —TLALOC, Weaknesses of the Empire

Conflict prolonged over an extended period tends to be self-perpetuating and can easily plunge out of control. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

There is a certain hubris to science, a belief that the more we develop technology and the more we learn, the better our lives will be. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

Over the course of history, the stronger species invariably wins. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

Technology should have freed mankind from the burdens of life. Instead, it created new ones. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

Often people die because they are too cowardly to live. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

Most traditional governments divide people, setting them against each other to weaken the society and make it governable. —TLALOC, Weaknesses of the Empire

There is a certain malevolence about the formation of social orders, a profound struggle, with despotism on one end and slavery on the other. —TLALOC, Weaknesses of the Empire

All men are not created equal, and that is the root of social unrest. —TLALOC, A Time for Titans

touch down on top of Mount Tlaloc in what

The Mesoamericans had a rain god named Tlaloc. Supposedly, they would sacrifice children to him by tearing out their hearts and engaging in cannibalism. It was popular in the 20th century to view these records as exaggerations of the Spanish and their aboriginal allies, a kind of historical propaganda, which is very common among conquerors. But then we started finding the bones. Little bones. Just like at Carthage.

Select your battles carefully. Ultimately, victory and defeat are a matter of your own careful—or reckless—choices. —TLALOC, Weaknesses of the Empire

Such facial mutilation could represent either socially pathological violence to the victim or, more likely to our minds, ceremonial flaying like that done to Mesoamerican Tlaloc or Xipe Totec sacrificial victims.[232

I run a clean ship here. No dust to be found,” Mateo said gravely, his mouth twitching with amusement. “How long have you two been together?” I wasn’t sure whose glare was fiercer and poor Mateo’s brown eyes widened nervously. “Not in this lifetime,” I swore. Ethan scoffed. “You should be so lucky.” He and Mateo exchanged a look. Mateo’s was knowing and Ethan’s almost…furtive? I had no idea what they were about and I didn’t have the extra brain cells to figure it out. I was laser-focused on this Tlaloc thing right about now.

La ciencia peca de arrogancia al creer que, cuanto más desarrollamos la tecnología y más aprendemos, mejor será nuestra vida. TLALOC, La Era de los Titanes