Quotes about Dead

The face of the angel of history is turned toward the past.  Where we perceived a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet.  The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed.  But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them.  This storm irresistably propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward.  The storm is what we call progress.

A black Hole in your dimensional space is another reality system whose co-ordiantes interface with those of the Earth. It is a locus of being for a collective identity, just as Earth is a locus of being for a collective Human identity. The collective or star referred to as Black Hole is neither dead nor gone. Its focus of consciousness is just temporarily redirected into other dimensional co-ordinates that preclude its appearance in your space/time continuum. The field your scientists interpret to be unoccupiable and inescapable is actually holding the star's place in space, the way you might put a "Reserved" sign on your airplane seat if you wanted to get off for a walk between legs of a flight. Because the collective identity of the star has taken a walk somewhere your consciousness cannot currently reach, instead of percieving its manifestation, you percieve it as a gap in your space/time continuum. Your scientists think of it as being sealed off behind its own event horizon. In fact it is Human perception that is sealed off behind their current consciousness horizon.

The lame rides a horse, the maimed drives the herd, the deaf is brave in battle. A man is better blind than buried. A dead man is deft at nothing.

I have all the time in the world to worry about death when I am dead.

Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you.  How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver of your hand?

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

Vivez sans temps mort - "Live without dead time" - Anonymous graffiti, Paris 1968

"Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to
shrink-wrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds