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The “anniversary syndrome”

But how is the brain supposed to know itself?

Emotional contagion

‘somewhere beyond Urartu’

some pressing feeling of insufficiency at the center.

The cerebral field.

Urukagina's motives were undoubtedly above reproach...

The hero unto the nether herding place has taken his way.

her beliefs in populated planets and interstellar spaceship travel had a strong appeal...

oṃ, āḥ, hūṃ

The fusions add to the anxiety

retrogradation of Jupiter.

Perterbation...

Through my fingers to the deep

Love in fire, in blood.

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run

When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon...

Clothed in tattered sunlight.

a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

neither soul nor body has been crossed.

Sung-wu pushed angrily forward. “I am a Bard, from the Central Chamber; do you people recognize this?”

Cinctures of golden plover glittered round the clear zenith of the ice-blue sky.

Stars did not know where they belonged

birds and iguanas and fish

I have as much of the spirit of prophecy in me as the swans.

“seven palaces”

I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor...

Compelling angers and unrealistic fears need to be known..

…his eyes slowly roved about the room.

The first was a David...

Blurry boundaries could also manifest themselves in other ways...

Figure it our through the underow

The dramatic demise of the rocket car was captured on color film.

A director told her to scream and smoke

the windows are a little bit big.

one silver strand

as it should be blithe and strong,

Alligators and axolotls.

But beneath Szpindel's gruff camaraderie...

The embrace of a rigid biological determinism...

Psychic functioning occurred at light speed,

poppy seed from dirt.

an ‘emergent property’ of the quantum foam.

‘Maurice, dear Maurice,’ she said, ‘I haven’t got the strength.’

the self is now swaddled in electromagnetic skin.

I stood up and looked out the cabin window to the south.

blue sky crumbling into mist.

they had changed into objects like flesh-coloured cabbages, obscene and distilling a dense almost indecent scent.

He was followed by sinister Men in Black and alien voices would call him up on the telephone, day and night, to relay ominous messages.

It contained a handful of yellowing papers...

Not knowing is the well from which all knowledge is drawn.

Incoherence becomes a problem only within relationships in which it is scorned.

“Can I see you ask the miracle question?”

The woof of darkness thick

The sea of light

there’s just this magnificent, quiet energy — an intense quiet

that shaky line of ink on paper