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Sunday, July 21, 2019
Marc Wittmann, quote on addiction
In addiction, time becomes arrhythmic. When intoxicated by a stimulant, thoughts and actions speed up from their ordinary rate but the brain fails to encode these sped-up experiences as proper memories. During withdrawal, the opposite happens — time dilates and expands. Hyperfocus on the present craving for the drug makes the tortuous physical symptoms seem interminable and a dependency-free future seem infinitely distant. Wittmann sums up the cruel temporal trap of addiction:
'In a state of addiction the individual loses his or her temporal freedom — the freedom to choose between present and future opportunities.'
Marc Wittman, brainpickings.org
note: i smoke much too much...
'In a state of addiction the individual loses his or her temporal freedom — the freedom to choose between present and future opportunities.'
Marc Wittman, brainpickings.org
note: i smoke much too much...
Hymn to Time, Ursula K. Le Guin
Time says “Let there be”
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.
And eyes beholding radiance.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.
Time makes room
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending.
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending.
Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.
bridges
bridges between people may arise out of the waters. mostly though they must be built from both sides.
i died building, with my last will i pushed, something collapsed,
and i stood up out of the flood, blood smeared, shouting into the wind, another me, whispering now in the void.
Von meinem iPhone gesendet
i died building, with my last will i pushed, something collapsed,
and i stood up out of the flood, blood smeared, shouting into the wind, another me, whispering now in the void.
Von meinem iPhone gesendet
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