[b]Greg Iles
Einstein said the arrow of time flies in only one direction. Faulkner, being from Mississippi, understood the matter differently. He said the past is never dead; it’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose provenance dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.[/b]
Let’s just say that I understand this better than you.
The temptation to second-guess is strong. But I must remember one thing.
Life is simple.
You are healthy or you are sick. You are faithful to your wife or you aren’t. You are alive or you are dead.
I am alive.
Sure, call it all simple.
He always reminded us that every atom in our bodies was once part of a distant star that had exploded. He talked about how evolution moves from simplicity toward complexity, and how human intelligence is the highest known expression of evolution. I remember him telling me that a frog’s brain is much more complex than a star. He saw human consciousness as the first neuron of the universe coming to life and awareness. A spark in the darkness, waiting to spread to fire.
Is he anyone you know?
Man plans, God laughs.
Fuck God then, he thought.
Man is the universe becoming conscious of itself.
Autonomically as it were.
People make a grievous error thinking that a list of facts is the truth. Facts are just the bare bones out of which truth is made.
If, of course, there is even a truth to be had.