all of us on earth walk constantly over a seething, scarlet sea of flame, hidden below, in the belly of the earth. We never think of it. But what if the thin crust under our feet should turn into glass and we should suddenly see.
What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons — horizons seen from mastheads, from airplanes; we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless "Why?" and "What next?"
My hair which had been raven-black the day before, was as white as you see it now. They say too that the whole expression of my countenance had changed. I told them my story—they did not believe it.
The blood-stained sheep Eventually become a wolf The same thing is repeated
The chances are equal to zero But unless it's zero, try it. Dedicate all of this earth on those who open this door
Fain would we remain barbarians, if our claim to civilisation were to be based on the gruesome glory of war.
He was wont to regard Japan as barbarous while she indulged in the gentle arts of peace: he calls her civilised since she began to commit wholesale slaughter on Manchurian battlefields.
That such a modern work should have been written in the eleventh century is a miracle, and as a miracle the work is widely known abroad.
The Tale of Genji in particular is the highest pinnacle of Japanese literature. Even down to our day there has not been a piece of fiction to compare with it.
For Thine is Life is For Thine is the
Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.
In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Yes, indeed, the savages have taught many things to the man of an old civilization; these ignorant men have taught him much in the art of living and happiness.
Is it too presumptuous to see in this the beginnings of a rational system of astronomy, rather than a simple play of the imagination?
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons — horizons seen from mastheads, from airplanes; we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless "Why?" and "What next?"
My hair which had been raven-black the day before, was as white as you see it now. They say too that the whole expression of my countenance had changed. I told them my story—they did not believe it.
The blood-stained sheep Eventually become a wolf The same thing is repeated
The chances are equal to zero But unless it's zero, try it. Dedicate all of this earth on those who open this door
Fain would we remain barbarians, if our claim to civilisation were to be based on the gruesome glory of war.
He was wont to regard Japan as barbarous while she indulged in the gentle arts of peace: he calls her civilised since she began to commit wholesale slaughter on Manchurian battlefields.
That such a modern work should have been written in the eleventh century is a miracle, and as a miracle the work is widely known abroad.
The Tale of Genji in particular is the highest pinnacle of Japanese literature. Even down to our day there has not been a piece of fiction to compare with it.
For Thine is Life is For Thine is the
Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.
In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Yes, indeed, the savages have taught many things to the man of an old civilization; these ignorant men have taught him much in the art of living and happiness.
Is it too presumptuous to see in this the beginnings of a rational system of astronomy, rather than a simple play of the imagination?
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Reasons for creating the world ⇒ ✕
How to create the world ⇒ ✕
Reason for destruction of the world ⇒ ✕
How to destroy the world ⇒ 〇
Gives intelligence to one life form.
The only mistake kills everything.
Overnight.
Democracy
Minimum number of minimum misfortune for maximum number of maximum happiness
To save all lives, for eternal peace,
You can kill one life.
They destroy the world
They pollute the world
They upset harmony
They kill all lives
All lives are saved
Eternal peace will come
By killing one life
By killing the life of one species
Nothing wrong
Nothing is wrong
Truth Justice
Eliminate all humans
In less than 100 years, weapons that kill all humans in an instant will emerge.
If excellent scientists gather, it can be done in a month.
A murderer if you kill one person,
A hero if you kill a million people,
A hero if you kill a million people,
The one who killed all humans,
What is he called?
How is it treated?
How is it treated?
What kind of sin does he have?
What kind of punishment will you give?
What kind of punishment will you give?
