Quotes About Existence

Death at each moment, one avenue which is open to us at any point.

Mükemmel savunma yoktur. Koruma diye bir ÅŸey yoktur. Hayatta olmak, tehlikelere aç?k olmakt?r; hayat?n doÄŸas?nda var tehlike, yaÅŸamak böyle bir ÅŸey.

One more in a long line, a dreary entity among many others like him, an almost endless number of brain-damaged retards. Biological life goes on, he thought. But the soul, the mind—everything else is dead. A reflex machine. Like some insect. Repeating doomed patterns, a single pattern, over and over now. Appropriate or not.

Everyone dwelt in it without realizing it. The Black Iron Prison was their world.

We have no value, she said to herself. We can live out our tiny lives. If we want to. If it matters to us.

Jump in the urinal and stand on your head I'm the one that's alive. You're all dead. Lean over the bowl and then take a dive All of you are dead. I am alive.

Objective reality is a synthetic construct, dealing with a hypothetical universalization of a multitude of subjective realities.

There are people among us who are biologically human but who are androids in the metaphoric sense.

But it doesn't matter. The electric things have their lives, too. Paltry as those lives are.

It is their sense of space and time. They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick.

Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

I may actually do what I've pretended many times to have done: use my judo in self-defense. To save my—virginity? My life, she thought. But more likely he is just some poor low-class wop laboring slob with delusions of glory; he wants to go on a grand spree, spend all his money, live it up—and then go back to his monotonous existence. And he needs a girl to do it.

Rachael said, "Do you know what the lifespan of a humanoid robot such as myself is? I've been in existence two years. How long do you calculate I have?" After a hesitation he said, "About two more years." "They never could solve that problem. I mean cell replacement. Perpetual or anyhow semi-perpetual renewal. Well, so it goes.

We have no value, she said to herself. We can live out our tiny lives. If we want to. If it matters to us. From

If I die,' she murmured, 'maybe I'll be born again when the Rosen Association stamps out its next unit of my subtype.

Do androids dream?

A realidade é aquilo que não desaparece, quando se deixa de crer nisso.

The universe is information and we are stationary in it, not three-dimensional and not space time. The information fed to us we hypostatize into the phenomenal world.

Emily Dickinson was full of shit when she prattled about "kindly Death"; that's an abominable thought, that death is kind. She never saw a six-car pile-up on the Eastshore Freeway.

The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist. Like the androids, it had no ability to appreciate the existence of another.

Maybe there's a machine in Berkeley that will save me, too. Perhaps my problems can be automated out of existence.

All we know is that things happen. More accurately, God is the urging-forward force within all things, and all things (if "things" can be spoken of at all) are alive. The ontological matrix is a way in which His urging or thinking is manifested; so in that respect I think it's not time which moves forward, carrying us with it like a great tide, but that we are driven forward all of us together, animate and inanimate.

Las cosas eléctricas también tienen sus vidas. Por insignificantes que sean.

They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary.