Weird Philosophy Quotes

I'm very polite by nature, even the voices in my head let each other finish their sentences.

I'm looking into my past lives. I'm convinced some of them still owe me money.

I know I shouldn’t introduce my own memoir with this amount of insecurity, but my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM! Highlight that previous sentence, baby!

I didn't want to do it,' Kiala said. 'The universe just kind of conspired to force me to make a fool of myself. It does that quite a lot, actually.

The Pythagoreans, you have to remember, were extremely weird. Their philosophy was a chunky stew of things we’d now call mathematics, things we’d now call religion, and things we’d now call mental illness.

The ray of light has to know where it will ultimately end up before it can choose the direction to begin moving in" "Fermat's principle sounds weird because it describes light's behavior in goal-oriented terms. It sounds like a commandment to a light beam: "Thou shalt minimize or maximize the time taken to reach thy destination.

Across the board... Not junkies or freaks, but people who were just as comfortable with drugs like weed, booze, or coke as we are - and we're not weird, are we? Hell no, we're just overworked professionals who need to relax now and then, have a bit of the whoop and the giggle, right?

but my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM!

The components of a philosophy must stand or fall on their own internal consistency or empirical support, regardless of the founder’s or followers’ personality quirks or moral inconsistencies.

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM! Highlight that previous sentence, baby! It’ll be one of many quotable life-nuggets you’ll be able to pull from this thing.

The streets of Copenhagen are filled with people who oddly look not like Prince Hamlet and Ophelia, and that strikes the cord of bizarre sadness within your heart, and drives you into the weirdly unsettled state.

Some people can change, others will always be the same. The difficulty is in figuring out which type they are. - The Malwatch

I grow spines when I'm sad. I don't like people trying to comfort me. It just makes me more upset. - The Malwatch

In symbolic terms, Great Cthulhu should replace Minerva as the patron spirit of philosophers, and the Miskatonic must dwarf the Rhine and the Ister as our river of choice. Since Heidegger’s treatment of Hölderlin resulted mostly in pious, dreary readings, philosophy needs a new literary hero.”44

Walpurgis Night, when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad - when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel. This very place the driver had specially shunned. This was the depopulated village of centuries ago. This was where the suicide lay; and this was the place where I was, alone - unmanned, shivering with cold in a shroud of snow with a wild storm gathering again upon me! It took all my philosophy, all the religion I had been taught, all my courage, not to collapse in a paroxysm of fright. (Dracula's Guest)

Nature has endowed the human with A HEART to detect the sensibility of feelings and A WEIRD MIND to contemplate ....so be A REAL HUMAN BEING.

Let us be wild and weird with love for humanity.

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed.

If winning the race won't please you, then why are you running like your life depends on it? - The Malwatch

To do nothing, to be complacent, is to act in a way that supports the way things are. - The Malwatch

With crippled wings, sometimes you have to fall to fly. - The Malwatch

Anger is not always bad, as long as it's directed at things that need changed and used in short doses so it doesn't consume your thoughts. - The Malwatch

When you finally jump out of the pond and see trees for the first time, how would you describe them to your former companions in the pond who have only seen moss till now? Weird large frames covered with moss?

Nor, says Nora, do we want commonplace tales of hausfrau Angst, of the woman heroically making over her life with a handsome new lover, a beautiful child, a happy ending. Instead, we shall have murder and mayhem, plots and sub-plots, a mad woman in the attic, purloined diamonds, lost birthrights, heroic dogs, a soupçon of sex, a suspicion of philosophy.

It is nothing new, these vital lies men tell themselves, muttering and mumbling them like charms and incantations against the powers of Night. The voodoos and medicine men and the devil-devil doctors were the fathers of metaphysics. Night and the Noseless One were ogres that beset the way of light and life. And the metaphysicians would win by if they had to tell lies to do it. They were vexed by the brazen law of the Ecclesiast that men die like the beasts of the field and their end is the same. Their creeds were their schemes, their religions their nostrums, their philosophies their devices, by which they half-believed they would outwit the Noseless One and the Night. "Bog-lights, vapours of mysticism, psychic overtones, soul orgies, wailings among the shadows, weird gnosticisms, veils and tissues of words, gibbering subjectivisms, gropings and maunderings, ontological fantasies, pan-psychic hallucinations—this is the stuff, the phantasms of hope, that fills your bookshelves. Look at them, all the sad wraiths of sad mad men and passionate rebels—your Schopenhauers, your Strindbergs, your Tolstois and Nietzsches. "Come. Your glass is empty. Fill and forget.

And, of course, philosophy attracted exactly the wrong kind of girls for Bob – earnest intellectual ones, for example, who wanted to discuss Foucault and Adorno and other people Bob had tried very hard not to hear of. If Bob could have designed a girl he would have started by getting rid of her vocal cords.

Misfits Change the World Every. Single. Day.

Life is a weird place, what gonna happen next? No one knows it and nothing is guaranteed.

FYI, it isn’t how I suspected. If you eat enough Cheetos you will NOT actually poop an extra-large Cheeto.

Don't expect a glass barrier to stop anything. They're notoriously fragile and won't stand a chance against a determined dreammaker. - The Malwatch

Everyone occasionally misjudges a jump and falls. Just shake the dust out of your fur and try again. - The Malwatch

A logical method is madness to one who isn't taught to understand it. - The Malwatch

Life is but a series of dreams, and dreams are but a reflection of life. - The Malwatch

Even the horrendous can be admired for just how very horrendous it is. - The Malwatch

Don't bit your sentences, or swallow your words, lest you choke on them. - The Malwatch

Don't hide bones in a friend's bed unless you want to make an enemy of them. - The Malwatch

Don't land on a branch until you know if can bear your weight. - The Malwatch

When lonely, we make company out of phantoms. - The Malwatch

Words mean nothing, if you don't do something to give them meaning. - The Malwatch

If I turn a blind eye, it's so I can listen with a fanned ear. - The Malwatch

No one can do everything, but everyone can do something. - The Malwatch

There's only so much of yourself to give, be prudent what you spend it on. - The Malwatch

The more you learn, the less weapons your enemies will have to wield against you. - The Malwatch

There's no such thing as perfection. Perfection implies there is only one correct way to do something, and that's never the case. - The Malwatch.

The sky isn't the limit, your form is, but you can make it into something else to proceed in a different way. - The Malwatch

Treat a hatchling like the smaller adult you want them to be and they will grow into the role. - The Malwatch

Use your wings often, or you'll forget how to fly. - The Malwatch

Take each dream for what it is and don't drag the dirt from other dreams into it before you've even seen what it has to offer. - The Malwatch

Without my dreams, I am without gills to breath and drowning in the sea of other's minds. - The Malwatch

Don't claw your eyes out trying to prove you can fly blind. You can do that just by closing them. - The Malwatch

Collect the unusual so you have things to ponder. - The Malwatch

Dreams can be lost in the Milieu, but they can always be found again. - The Malwatch

The truth belongs not to the one who think they are most right, but to the one most willing to prove their truth is reliably predictive of future outcomes. - The Malwatch

Dreams aren't an escape from reality, they're a reflection of what we want reality to be. - The Malwatch

If you can not be content with the form of you own mind, you should spend some time figuring out why. - The Malwatch

If you want to bond yourself to someone, make sure you've agreed on what dreams you're going to explore together, or you'll find yourself unhappy with where you go. - The Malwatch

I only show teeth when I'm happy or mad. Your guess is as good as mine as to which of those I'm feeling. - The Malwatch

You don't have to grow horns to fight, but you should definitely grow some armor. - The Malwatch

You're only old when your dreams become dull. - The Malwatch

If you're burying a hatchet, I hope it's not a bloody one. - The Malwatch

If you pluck and sell you feathers to climb to the top, you won't be able to fly when someone shoves you off. - The Malwatch

Love isn't just blind, it's sense deprived. - The Malwatch

Dreams are mirrors that show the truth behind the social facade of their creators. - The Malwatch

The only absolute is that nothing is absolute, and even that may not be absolute. - The Malwatch

Forgiving someone is to give them a second chance. If someone forgives you, don't wast it. You probably won't get a third chance. - The Malwatch

Value won't buy happiness, but it will buy contentment by eliminating needs and allowing want to flourish into dreams. - The Malwatch

Rain is nice. It washes away the grime of life. - The Malwatch.

Befriend the ones who linger in the same dreams you do. They're often of like mind. - The Malwatch

Embracing your darkness doesn't mean succumbing to it. It means learning how to live comfortable with it. - The Malwatch

Dreams are only manifested by actions. Simply wishing them to exist won't accomplish much. - The Malwatch

Some people have no humor, because they know every joke at another's expense is born from a truth that causes pain. - The Malwatch

Truth and lies both shape reality, but one brings stability and the other chaos. - The Malwatch

When we entertain contradictory ideas to our own beliefs we feel like aliens among our own species. - The Malwatch

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed

(Side note: So much of philosophy involves investigating embarrassing human activities and inclinations. We really are weird little creatures.)

I love when the air smells like dreams. The possibilities I can taste on the wind then are enticing and I just want to flare my wings and let them lift me into the sky. - The Malwatch

Some people fly to survive the monsters lurking on the ground, some fly to enjoy the freedom of the air. Either way, both are flying, and I consider that better than walking. - The Malwatch

It's impossible to find out who you are in life, because there is nothing to find. You are only ever what you shaped yourself into, so shape yourself to be what you want to be. - The Malwatch

Anger motivates as well as any other emotion in the short term. It's in longer doses that it's more poisonous than the others and will slowly eat away at you from the inside out. - The Malwatch

If a relationship is always demanding more of you, and nothing is ever just good enough, you should probably start looking for ways to get out of it, because it's not a healthy relationship. - The Malwatch

It's impossible to make everyone happy, so instead, only bother trying to make happy those whose opinions you care about. And if you didn't put yourself on that list you may want to reconsider your priorities. - The Malwatch

You succeed only a fraction of the number of times you make an attempt at something. To increase your chances of success, you must increase your number of attempts, which means also increasing the number of your failures. - The Malwatch

There is a philosophy by which many people live their lives, and it is this: life is a shit sandwich, but the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat. These people are often selfish brats as kids, and they don't get better with age: think of the shifty-eyed smarmy asshole from the sixth form who grow up to be a merchant banker, or an estate agent, or one of the Conservative Party funny-handshake mine's a Rolex brigade. (This isn't to say that all estate agents, or merchant bankers, or conservatives are selfish, but that these are ways of life that provide opportunities of a certain disposition to enrich themselves at the expense of others. Bear with me.) There is another philosophy by which people live their lives, and it goes thus: You will do as I say or I will hurt you. . . . Let me draw you a Venn diagram with two circles on it, denoting sets of individuals. They overlap: the greedy ones and the authoritarian ones. Let's shade in the intersecting area in a different color and label it: dangerous. Greed isn't automatically dangerous on its won, and petty authoritarians aren't usually dangerous outside their immediate vicinity -- but when you combine the two, you get gangsters and dictators and hate-spewing preachers.

Sean: Yeah? You got a lady now? Will: Yeah, I went on a date last week. Sean: How'd it go? Will: Fine. Sean: Well, are you going out again? Will: I don't know. Sean: Why not? Will: Haven't called her. Sean: Jesus Christ, you are an amateur. Will: I know what I'm doing. She's different from the other girls I met. We have a really good time. She's smart, beautiful, fun... Sean: So Christ, call her up. Will: Why? So I can realize she's not so smart. That she's boring. You don't get it. Right now she's perfect, I don't want to ruin that. Sean: And right now you're perfect too. Maybe you don't want to ruin that. Well, I think that's a great philosophy Will, that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody. My wife used to turn the alarm clock off in her sleep. I was late for work all the time because in the middle of the night she'd roll over and turn the damn thing off. Eventually I got a second clock and put it under my side of the bed, but it got to where she was gettin' to that one too. She was afraid of the dark, so the closet light was on all night. Thing kept me up half the night. Eventually I'd fall asleep, out of sheer exhaustion and not wake up when I was supposed to cause she'd have already gotten to my alarms. My wife's been dead two years, Will. And when I think about her, those are the things I think about most. Little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. Those made her my wife. And she had the goods on me too. Little things I do out of habit. People call these things imperfections Will. It's just who we are. And we get to choose who we're going to let into out weird little worlds. You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn't either. The question is, whether or not you're perfect for each other. You can know everything in the world, but the only way you're findin' that one out is by giving it a shot. You sure won't get the answer from an old fucker like me. And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. Will: Why not? You told me every other fuckin' thing. You talk more than any shrink I ever met. Sean: I teach this shit, I didn't say I knew how to do it. Will: You ever think about gettin' remarried? Sean: My wife's dead. Will: Hence, the word remarried. Sean: My wife's dead. Will: Well I think that's a wonderful philosophy, Sean. That way you can go through the rest of your life without having to really know anyone. Sean: Time's up.

Dreamers don't want to reveal their secrets to strangers, but they're eager to share them with friends. If you find yourself in the confidence of a dreamer, they'll readily share with you the many worlds they live in. They may even let you help shape some of them. - The Malwatch

Not everyone contributes in the same way. Originators create new ideas, amplifiers spread those ideas, and supporters stabilize them to prevent them from fading out of existence. All are equally important roles, and without any one of them, the world would stagnate around us. - The Malwatch

Thoughts cannot be changed. They are the product of our experiences. But how we apply those thoughts to the world, and the actions we take based on the, can change the thoughts we have in the future. Don't attack yourself for how you think, decide how you will act with those thoughts in you head. - The Malwatch

I have been vehemently accused by people who didn’t understand me of not believing in anything. I don’t believe in anything. This is not a statement of existential hopelessness for which you should light a candle for me at night. It’s a strategy for not getting bogged down in some weird trip. After all, what is the basis for believing anything? I mean, you have to understand: You’re a monkey. In some kind of a biological situation where everything has been evolved to serve the economy of survival—this is not a philosophy course. So belief is a curious reaction to the present at hand. It isn’t to be believed, it’s to be dealt with—experienced and modeled.

No weird cultural aberration produced Nazism. No intellectual lunatic fringe miraculously overwhelmed a civilized country. It is modern philosophy—not some peripheral aspect of it, but the most central of its mainstreams—which turned the Germans into a nation of killers. The land of poets and philosophers was brought down by its poets and philosophers.

The VVV Visors had the weird knack of twisting your worldview: the more you looked at the world through their tangerine lenses, the more reality distorted and shifted to fit your new point of view. This made Veravisum Virtual Visors incredibly unreliable, given their proclivity to redact your reality, confirm your private opinions and magnify your cognitive bias.

The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit... I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it... I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before... The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That's where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started... In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.

• Frank Herbert is a philosopher. • He’s a philosopher, not just in the way that everyone can have a “philosophy” of something or other, but an honest-togoodness philosopher, and he uses novels to construct and communicate his philosophy. • Herbert’s Dune saga is a work of philosophy that interacts primarily with the ideas of Friedrich Nietzsche and the way in which Nietzsche’s ideas about humanity could be understood in light of the horrors of the twentith century.

Racism watching is a puzzle solving activity and often involves debunking pseudo-science. The investigator must try to figure out what makes people believe in weird ideas. As Stieg said in an interview, ‘Fifty years later, people still believe in this; the whole Neo-Nazi movement. There is absolutely no sense in this. They do it contrary to everything science tells us. Contrary to human goodness or altruism, contrary to rational thinking. And this is fascinating, why?

born and raised in Honolulu but had spent four years of his childhood flying kites and catching crickets in Indonesia. After high school, he’d passed two relatively laid-back years as a student at Occidental College in Los Angeles before transferring to Columbia, where by his own account he’d behaved nothing like a college boy set loose in 1980s Manhattan and instead lived like a sixteenth-century mountain hermit, reading lofty works of literature and philosophy in a grimy apartment on 109th Street, writing bad poetry, and fasting on Sundays. We laughed about all of it, swapping stories about our backgrounds and what led us to the law. Barack was serious without being self-serious. He was breezy in his manner but powerful in his mind. It was a strange, stirring combination. Surprising to me, too, was how well he knew Chicago. Barack was the first person I’d met at Sidley who had spent time in the barbershops, barbecue joints, and Bible-thumping black parishes of the Far South Side. Before going to law school, he’d worked in Chicago for three years as a community organizer, earning $12,000 a year from a nonprofit that bound together a coalition of churches. His task was to help rebuild neighborhoods and bring back jobs. As he described it, it had been two parts frustration to one part reward: He’d spend weeks planning a community meeting, only to have a dozen people show up. His efforts were scoffed at by union leaders and picked apart by black folks and white folks alike. Yet over time, he’d won a few incremental victories, and this seemed to encourage him. He was in law school, he explained, because grassroots organizing had shown him that meaningful societal change required not just the work of the people on the ground but stronger policies and governmental action as well. Despite my resistance to the hype that had preceded him, I found myself admiring Barack for both his self-assuredness and his earnest demeanor. He was refreshing, unconventional, and weirdly elegant.

City of Vassillian a party of five sage princes with four horses. The princes, who are of course brave, noble and wise, travel widely in distant lands, fight giant ogres, pursue exotic philosophies, take tea with weird gods and rescue beautiful monsters from ravening princesses before finally announcing that they have achieved enlightenment and that their wanderings are therefore accomplished. The second, and much longer, part of each song would then tell of all their bickerings about which one of them is going to have to walk back. All this lay in the planet’s remote past.

A fatal mistake in the history of the world which at the current moment still continues to be made is the confusion of the nation with its ethnicity. A nation can be made of many enthicities; tribes unite and divide all the time, and they go from one nation to another; or they just live on the territories of two or other nations, which further helps with the process of fusion of other different countries altogether. The examples are almost everywhere you look. But when a certain type of ethnicity gets confused that it is the nation, it almost certainly leads to discrimination, conflicts, racism and over all pretty bad and nasty things. The same thing happens when an ethnicity which lives in the territory of a certain nation starts to capsulate itself (to deny its belongings to any type of nation), or to seek a national identity elsewhere—then we have separatism.

There is a formal feature that remains the same in both versions of “the end”: the sense of an infinite dragging-on. Fukuyama’s world is one in which nothing great or new happens, life just goes on with local ameliorations (the world described decades ago by Kojeve as the world of snobbery); and the apocalypse, too, is always almost here, as we drag on in a kind of endless limbo, the end of time experienced as the impossibility of end(ing). We are used to such a situation in art (which has been dying for over a century) and philosophy (which has from Hegel onward been renouncing itself, overcoming itself). In both cases, death leads to extraordinary productivity and the proliferation of new forms, as if the truth of death is a weird immortality.

To be clear, anti-natalism is a minor philosophical position. In fact, its proponents enjoy this minor status because they feel it confirms that they possess the kind of profound insight that only a few enlightened intellectuals could ever hope to attain. In this sense, it is also an elitist position and thus anti-mass, as its own dismissal of the insights from the oppressed masses demonstrates: such insights, for the anti-natalist, are delusions of the herd. They are, in a weird sense, inverted Nietzscheans who have somehow managed to copper-fasten the elitism of his philosophy with the ressentiment he despised.

Time has a weird quality of slowing down when you're struggling in life.

Redgunk is a place of swamp gas illusion; of slimy frogs and bumpy toads singing to the stars; and of people, who, like the frogs, attain even in the midst of their most vulgar sounds something like the solemn ringing, the joyous and melancholy singing of the holy.

The weird thing about the future is that nobody knows about it.

Look to your internment in Quarantine as a blessing (I have no doubt you’ll weather the virus). It is a fortuitous opportunity to reflect on the poison flecking your tongue, and, if you can resist swallowing, perhaps one day the gates will open, hopefully by myself, and we can once again discuss philosophy into the wee hours of the night. Or perhaps you’ve already escaped and will plunge a knife into my back as I sign my valediction…

After the Disaster A picnic in the sequoias, light filtered into planes, and the canopy cut through. Fire raged in that place one month ago. Since I’d been there, I’d have to see it burning. Nature of events to brush against us like the leaves of aspens brush against each other in a grove full of them carved with the initials of people from the small weird town hikers only like for gas. Messages get past borders—water across the cut stem of the sent sunflower alive with good intentions. People who mistake clarity for certainty haven’t learned that listening isn’t taking a transcript, it’s not speech the voice longs for, it’s something deeper inside the throat. Now, from the beginning, recite the alphabet of everything you should have wanted, silverware, a husband, a house to live in like a castle, but I wanted fame among the brave. A winter night in desert light: trucks carving out air-corridors of headlight on the interstate at intervals only a vigil could keep. Constellations so clean you can see the possibilities denied. Talking about philosophy might never be dinner but can return your body to a state of wonder before sleep. The night reduced us to our elements. I wanted water, and whatever found itself unborn in me to stay alive.

Sometimes life doesn't make any sense to you; this sounds very weird to you! But the truth of the matter is this: Sometimes if life makes sense to you then you have to see it as something weird!

We all need to laugh sometimes, especially when things get weird.

It’s weird,” she said, “the way sometimes you’re in your life, but other times you’re looking back at it like a spectator. It kind of goes back and forth, back and forth.” “And then you die.” She laughed a little. “Yes. And then you die.

It's very challenging to live life as a weird personality

It's great to be weird, 99.99% of people don't understand you and 00.01% of people you don't want to understand

Prometheans run a distinct risk of getting their matches confiscated by the priests, all in the name of public safety. All it would take is an attorney general with a prosecutor's distrust of the weird or revolutionary, and decades of work could be frozen overnight.

The Pythagoreans, you have to remember, were extremely weird. Their philosophy was a chunky stew of things we’d now call mathematics, things we’d now call religion, and things we’d now call mental illness. They believed that odd numbers were good and even numbers evil; that a planet identical to our own, the Antichthon, lay on the other side of the sun; and that it was wrong to eat beans, by some accounts because they were the repository of dead people’s souls. Pythagoras himself was said to have had the ability to talk

Everyone has the right to be as mad as you, as long as he or she is not forcing their madness upon you or anyone else in that matter. If you on the other hand, feel and have that burning spark of gnosis inside you—and you think you don't have anything to do with these types of things and people—maybe the entire magical rite doesn't affect you at all. You have performed a sort of a “self-exorcism” and you have the strong feeling that you own your shit. Because of these things, all that knowledge is paramount and it is of vital importance for anyone's personal quest towards enlightenment. In many cases it is an energetic independence and any self-proclaimed Wizard or a genuine Witch wants a few minutes alone under that thick shade near the oak tree—where he or she can gather their thoughts and invoke the crucial hacks toward unlocking the secret passwords of the universe. Think about it; you deeply feel and know that you have it in you. Be the Wizard or the Witch and not the Court Jester.

Reason, when understood ontologically, takes on an entirely different meaning from the one conventionally assigned to it. It takes on the extra “dimensions” of emotion, perception, intuition, desire and will. All of these are involved in the intricate nexus for providing sufficient reasons for actions. People who don’t understand our work keep reducing reason to one dimension, which means that our central point that reason is ontological and explains everything – including love, human error, insanity, and everything else that, according to the conventional treatment of reason, has nothing to do with reason – has completely escaped them. Reason, in our system, is both syntactic (structural) and semantic (meaningful). Its semantic aspect is what gives it the capacity to generate all the weird and wonderful things that average people do not associate with reason. They regard reason in strictly syntactic, machinelike terms. That is only one aspect of reason. It has many others.

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist? It feels like it exists, but where is it? And if it did exist but doesn't know, then where did it go?

When thinking about it, it creeps me out. But that is life; I know one thing, I always try to do the right thing, because after they are gone you have nothing but sad misgivings. They're nothing more than bullies! I wish all of those assholes would have taken their belts and hanged themselves with it or cut their wrists, no! That would be too good for them… either way, justice comes with a price, and that was my fifteen-year-old girl. She lost her innocence to her bullies, and that is when my fifteen-year-old girl lost her existence in life too. All of this could have been stopped; yet after all these years,’ people still bully the weaker individuals, which they can overpower. They can fry in hell, in the eternal lake of fire! That is all I can say. Him! He would put things in her mouth, and spattered her innocents over his face and walls of the halls. He even had a life-size poster in his bedroom of my little girl, which he idolized every night, if you know what I mean; the revolting twisted freak. So now, Jaylynn clings to my ankles, as I walked to and around the cemetery as well. Yet I cannot help but say I told you so, and she says ‘I-NO-O!’ In a moaning vocal-sounding whisper! It is weird to think about but, everyone I ever loved has died, even my daughter. So, my philosophy as of now. I just chose to never love again, and I have kept that promise up until this point in my life. Things were about to change in a big way once again like always it is out of my control. All these years… I have been pining over what I cannot have, so I guess it is okay to drown my sorrows with a drink once in a while. I need one right now.

But why hadn't the TV set reverted instead to formless metals and plastics? Those, after all, were its constituents; it had been constructed out of them, not out of an earlier radio. Perhaps this weirdly verified a discarded ancient philosophy, that of Plato's ideal objects, the universals which, in each class, were real. The form TV set had been a template imposed as a successor to other templates, like the procession of frames in a movie sequence. Prior forms, he reflected, must carry on an invisible, residual life in every object. The past is latent, is submerged, but still there, capable of rising to the surface once the later imprinting unfortunately - and against ordinary experience - vanished. The man contains - not the boy - but earlier men, he thought. History began a long time ago.

The longstanding worries about the “interpretation” of quantum mechanics are now settled: we are dealing with information, packets of bits, rather than particles and waves with weird, counter-intuitive properties.   Placing information at the root of existence resolves a number of longstanding puzzles, in domains as far apart as quantum mechanics and philosophy.

For, in truth, is not all human philosophy simply the piling up of one word after another in a self-absorbed train of thought and justification?

Great poets are all philosophers too profound to systematize their ideas. Inside every dark visionary is a being of insidious reason waiting patiently for his host to die. From the cleft of the creative arises the categorical flower.

In 1690 in his An Essay on Human Understanding, John Locke explores what it is for a person to be self-same, that is to say, be one person and remain that same person over the course of time. Sameness of person is marked out by unity of consciousness. “Self is that conscious thinking thing,” Locke writes, “which is sensible, or conscious of pleasure and pain, capable of happiness or misery, and so is concerned for it self as far as that consciousness extends.” So, if an individual can, within their consciousness of the present, repeat the experience of a past action with the same consciousness they had of it originally, then the individual is the self-same person. In other words, can they remember it?

Hatchlings should roam far and wide, by whatever means of travel they prefer. - The Malwatch

Keep your wings tight and taunt while flying, or you'll find yourself careening out of the sky. - The Malwatch

A dream a day keeps the mind at play. - The Malwatch

A foul feeling will wrinkle my nose as fast as a good one will have me sniffing around to find more. - The Malwatch

An impossibility in the Milieu is as unlikely as white in a tail fire. - The Malwatch

A picture's worth a thousand words, a video's worth a million pictures, and a dream is worth a trillion videos. - The Malwatch

Be attentive to the wanderings of your sleep dreams. They often whisper of what your real dreams are about. - The Malwatch

Being wingless doesn't mean you can't fly. It just means you have to invent your wings first. - The Malwatch

Broad wings are good on a leader because they can power through the wind, clearing a path for those behind them, but small wings are just as effective, by diverting the wind so it catches more gently under the wings of those behind you. - The Malwatch

Care for hatchlings with deliberate intentions. What they grow into will shape the dreams of the future. - The Malwatch

Chase your dreams eagerly. Hunt them down with the claws you gave yourself. - The Malwatch

Dive decisively or miss your prey. - The Malwatch

I swim worse than I can fly well. I'm lucky I dislike deep water and have no desire to be in it when there's air currents to be flown. - The Malwatch

You in the Milieu are lucky. You can change your form to do whatever you desire. Not all in the Dreammaker's realm are so lucky. As I am, they are locked to one form. - The Malwatch

No one like all dreams, and no one dream is liked by all. - The Malwatch

If people call you foolish, don't always assume you are. They may just be unable to comprehend the reasons for your actions, but if you yourself can't comprehend the reason for your own actions, then you really are just an idiot. - The Malwatch

Learn all you can. It is fuel and fodder for your dreams. -The Malwatch

Some live by the whims of chance, and they take the highs and lows that chance deals them in stride. Other's plot their lives in steady ways and live in the consistency they make. Neither is wrong. Neither is better. They are just two different ways of living. - The Malwatch

Being famous means surrounding yourself in the collective opinions of the masses. It takes a strong will not to drown in such powerful currents. - The Malwatch

Do everything with your whole being. Immerse yourself in it so you can fully understand it. - The Malwatch

I burn because it's the only way to show myself to others, but I find the darkness is more comforting than the light. Perhaps it's because that's where I can shine most brightly, without the competing glow from others. - The Malwatch

When you flinch and twitch and shift and start, in those brief moments, raw instincts rule the body and for a fraction of a second, you have become the wild animal you once were. - The Malwatch

A small tear in a wing membrane will become a gaping hole when it catches the wind as you try to fly. Take care of it before that happens. - The Malwatch

Don't let yourself be a prisoner in your own dreasm. Learn how to change your form so you can come and go freely. - The Malwatch

Don't tip and tilt until the decision's made for you, or you won't have any control over your own path. - The Malwatch

Don't waste your limited lifespan flying only when and where others tell you to. Instead, fly only at your own dreams' beckoning. - The Malwatch

Don't mat your fur trying too hard to wash it clean. - The Malwatch

Don't think that if you run your legs to exhaustion you can just simply spread you wings and start flying to continue your journey. Your body is not that compartmentalized. Exhaust either your legs or your wings and you will have exhausted the energy needed for the other as well. - The Malwatch

Every wingbeat brings you closer to your destination. - The Malwatch

Eyes may be the window to the soul, but seeing the soul doesn't tell you anything about it. Tail and ears are what belie the soul's intentions. - The Malwatch

Fan your ear fins, because I'm only saying this once. - The Malwatch

Flick your tail like it's greased if you want to keep someone from snuffing out your tail fire. - The Malwatch

Flit in and out of dreams on a wing turn. - The Malwatch

Fly so you split the clouds as you go by. - The Malwatch

Hardened scales protect against dangers, but they are also heavy, and weight you down. Don't plate your hide with more than you need to survive in life, or you will find it a struggle to go anywhere. - The Malwatch

Hearts aren't content just to beat a steady rhythm until they whither and die. Let them race in wonder. - The Malwatch

Hearts aren't created hard. They grow that way when they're repeatedly used and abused. It's a survival mechanism. - The Malwatch

Hell's got high waters ever since humans tried to free it over. - The Malwatch

I'd rather lose my wings getting free than be chained by the wing pinions for the rest of my life. - The Malwatch

Wings can be used for more than flying. Fan the flames of inspiration with them. - The Malwatch

I you tell me to bite you, I might take you literally. - The Malwatch

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I can heal from that. Words can kill, when they break your will, and words you can't take back. - The Malwatch

Dreams are more than the lines that made them. They take on pieces of the lives of those that experience them, reflecting the dreamers as much as the dreammakers. - The Malwatch

It's impossible to tell what a dream will morph in to until you're experiencing it. - The Malwatch

At our core, most of us are still the same as we were when we were young. It's just a matter of what we've collected around ourselves from our experiences to obstruct what's at the center. - The Malwatch

Wing claws are effective weapons, but difficult to clean. Use them sparingly, unless you want to always be picking blood off of them. - The Malwatch

Wings are made of wishes, and everyone can fly. - The Malwatch

Wings do not gain strength for flight overnight. They must be trained steadily and consistently and used frequently to fly freely. - The Malwatch

You shouldn't try to learn to fly by jumping off a cliff. Try gliding off a hill first, to make sure you've grown your wings. - The Malwatch

If the wind drops you'll be left in a fall. - The Malwatch

If you find yourself unable to fly easily, check that you're not being weighed down by unnecessary burdens. - The Malwatch

Leather shakes off rain easier than feathers, but offers little protection against the cold compared to a downy layer, so pick which wing you shield yourself with appropriately based on the situation you find yourself in. - The Malwatch

Limbo is when the winds drops from under your wings and the air falls silent around you, leaving you to wonder if you'll catch another gust, or plunge to your death. - The Malwatch

Love can be for as long or short as you want, as long as all parties involved agree on the length of the commitment. - The Malwatch

Make sure each bristle of your fur is properly colored to show off the spectrum of your emotions. - The Malwatch

Many dream, but few become dreammasters. - The Malwatch

New ideas always set my nose to twitching. - The Malwatch

New love is hot and fiery and as likely to scorch you as keep you warm. Old love is the lingering heat on sun-warmed stones. It takes a while to build up, but it'll keep you warm and you're less likely to get burned by it. - The Malwatch.

No need to puff up your fur to seem bigger than you are when you can simply make yourself bigger instead. - The Malwatch

It's hard and dangerous to fly when it's storming, but storms don't last forever. Do what you have to to stay safe until the storm passes and then be ready to spread your wings and fly when the skies are clear again. - The Malwatch

My humor is as sharp as my bite and as thick as my hide. - The Malwatch

I am a thousand fragments of a thousand dreams, all cascading around the milieu of my mind. - The Malwatch

Sometimes helping hurts, and it isn't always you that gets hurt when it does. - The Malwatch

Tell me I am wrong and I will bite. Show me I am wrong, and I will show you how I fight. Make me feel how I am wrong, and I may wonder who is right. - The Malwatch

The faster you run through life, the more you can accomplish, but the greater the risk of stumbling and falling, so pace yourself, and run full out only when the potential gains outweigh the risks. - The Malwatch

The goal is not to fly higher than everyone else. The goal is to fly as high as you need to enter the clouds of your dreams, whether those be the cirrus clouds in the stratosphere, or the fog in the valley. - The Malwatch

There's a reason for my ridiculousness. - The Malwatch

To do the best you can do, without qualifiers, will ultimately kill you. You should only do the best you can do without sacrificing yourself to the whims and wishes of those around you. - The Malwatch

Too little knowledge and you risk misunderstanding, too much knowledge and you risk being unable to comprehend. Entertain as much learning as your mind can handle, but do not overwhelm yourself before you're capable of withstanding it. - The Malwatch

Watch the world with a dream eye. - The Malwatch

When you're happy, purr loud enough that everyone can hear you. - The Malwatch

When your tail fire dims, a vigorous tail thrashing can fan it back to life. Or it might snuff it out. Then you'd have to go through the trouble of relighting it. - The Malwatch

When your teeth grow long with age, find somethign to chew on to file them down. - The Malwatch

When you want to flex yourself, you have to find a place with enough wing room to let you stretch to your fullest. - The Malwatch

Every dream is a new chance to learn something new about yourself. - The Malwatch

Wings can splash mud as easily as they splash water. - The Malwatch

A dream can cut you to the quick surer than a claw. - The Malwatch

Fear is healthy. It warns you of danger. What is not healthy is letting fear prevent you from taking calculated risks to achieve your dreams. - The Malwatch

Gods would not find me appetizing. I don't rest well in unaccustomed stomachs. - The Malwatch

I am not flesh and blood, but thoughts and dreams. - The Malwatch