Our language, Tiger, our language, hundreds of thousands of available words, frillions of possible legitimate new ideas, so that I can say this sentence and be confident it has never been uttered before in the history of human communication: “Hold the newsreader’s nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.”
One sentence, common words, but never before placed in that order. And yet, oh and yet, all of us spend our days saying the same things to each other, time after weary time, living by clichaic, learned response: “I love you”, “Don’t go in there”, “You have no right to say that”, “Shut up”, “I’m hungry”, “That hurt”, “Why should I?”, “It’s not my fault”, “Help, Marjorie is dead”.
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Whole Earth Tascam by Tim Hecker & Daniel Lopatin (aka Oneohtrix Point Never)

The weight of the world is love.
Under the burden of solitude,
under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love.

APRIL 3, 2013

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LIFE PRO TIP OF THE FUCKING DAY: 

IF YOU PLACE SOMEONE ON A PEDESTAL, THEY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LOOK DOWN ON YOU.

(Source: meiringens, via tuesunefraise)

And thus the current “I” - the most up-to-date set of recollections and aspirations and passions and confusions - by tampering with the vast, unpredictable world of objects and other people, has sparked some rapid feedback, which, once absorbed in the form of symbol activations, gives rise to an infinitesimally modified “I”; thus round and round it goes, moment after moment, day after day, year after year. In this fashion, via the loop of symbols sparking actions and repercussions triggering symbols, the abstract structure serving us as our innermost essence evolves slowly but surely, and in so doing locks itself ever more rigidly into our mind. Indeed, as the years pass, the “I” converges and stabilizes itself just as inevitably as the screech of an audio feedback loop inevitably zeroes in and stabilizes itself at the systems’s natural resonance frequency.
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.

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