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you cannot change the past. neither can I. they looked at each other, eyes as deep as the flat sky of a frozen noon somewhere in a nameless valley in the desert. and agreed. on everything that lived. it was only those things in the stasis of impacted death that caused a divergence. Saturn occulted by the moon, the Pleiades looking on.
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try it... you might
find something relevant, you might not. but then again, what
is relevancy? eyes wide open, all is relevant. eyes closed
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try it... you might
find something relevant, you might not. but then again, what
is relevancy? eyes wide open, all is relevant. eyes closed
tight, not much is gained...
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676. But even if in such cases I can't be mistaken, isn't it possible that I am drugged?" If I am and if the drug has taken away my consciousness, then I am not now really talking and thinking. I cannot seriously suppose that I am at this moment dreaming. Someone who, dreaming, says "I am dreaming", even if he speaks audibly in doing so, is no more right than if he said in his dream "it is raining", while it was in fact raining. Even if his dream were actually connected with the noise of the rain.
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-- Ludwig Wittgenstein
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