"The diversity of modern culture is unequivocally a good thing. But that comes at the cost of more fragmentation, the loss of a cohesive cultural language. And that fragmentation can be interpreted in different ways. Maybe instead of reading The New York Times, you now read Breitbart or subscribe to a Substack: that could be celebrated as more personalized, individualistic, gatekeeper-less media; or it could mean that you’ve sequestered yourself in your own algorithmic echo chamber, exposed only to the people and ideas that reinforce your own worldview. Both can be true." (Rex Woodbury)
« When we are untangling this nature, it would be good for us to sing something like this: What must I give more death to today, in order to generate more life? What do I know should die, but am hesitant to allow to do so? What must die in me in order for me to love? What not-beauty do I fear? Of what use is the power of the not-beautiful to me today? What should die today? What should live? What am I afraid to give birth to? If not now, when? »
"Actual power keeps a low profile; actual power doesn’t need a social media presence, it owns social media"
There’s a profound and undeniable sensuality in death just as there is in birth: The body labors to leave this life just as a body labors to give it.
Choice is negation. When you choose something, you're negating every other possibility, so you have to be at peace with that. You're not skateboarding if you're reading, you're not reading if you're sleeping, you're not taking a shower if you're walking. So every choice, it comes with something that exists for you but negates every other possibility. You cannot be everything at all times. So I'm very much at peace with that. Whatever your limited time and knowledge of this world is in your lifespan, that's it. That was your share. And then you live it. What happens happens, and then you're gone.
Silence is the creation of space, a space that memory needs to use . . . an incubator. We’re dealing here with dimensions, stretching inner muscles, pushing aside any interference. We’re dealing with numbers, but not counting. Silence demands the nature of night, even in full day, it demands shadows.
∆ Etel Adnan, from Shifting the Silence