[b]John Green
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.[/b]
Go ahead, try to wrap your head around that.
It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
Next up: it’s not a metaphor.
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
Never shocked me of course.
I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it–or my observation of it–is temporary?
Next up: the universe responds.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
The Magus of course. Only to shatter it all the more.
“Headline?” he asked.
“‘Swing Set Needs Home,’” I said.
“‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,’” he said.
“‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,’” I said.
You tell me.