theres a great scene in The Clay Machine Gun (victor pelevin) where an army officer describing dreams in which he is a butterfly.
his superior officer tells him he is dreaming and to wake up and shoots him.
wake up fools, this is a dream.
theres a great scene in The Clay Machine Gun (victor pelevin) where an army officer describing dreams in which he is a butterfly.
his superior officer tells him he is dreaming and to wake up and shoots him.
wake up fools, this is a dream.
“...Tell me, where does it live, this gonad of yours?”
“In my consciousness.”
“And where is your consciousness?”
“Right here” I said, tapping myself on the head.
“And where is your head?”
“On my shoulders.”
“And where are your shoulders?”
“In a room..”
“And where is the room?”
“In a building.”
“And where is the building?”
“In Russia.”
“And where is Russia?”
“In the deepest trouble, Vasily Ivanovich.”
“Stop that” he shouted seriously. “You can joke when your commander
orders you to. Answer.”
“Well, of course, on the Earth.”
“We clinked glasses and drank.
“And where is the Earth?”
“In the Universe.”
“And where is the Universe?”
I thought for a second.
“In itself.”
“And where is this in itself?”
“In my consciousness.”
“Well then, Petka, that means your consciousness is in your
consciousness, doesn’t it?”
“Seems so.”
“Right,” said Chapaev, straightening his moustache (The Clay Machine Gun / Buddha’s Little Finger).
You use an Apple Mac?
Do you have my keys? If not where are they?
Reactor Online. Sensors Online. Weapons Online. All Systems Nominal.

It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
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