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Could be worse. Could be some cretin trying to tell us the universe is 5000 years old or something.
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.
“The only defense against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.”
― John Locke
"Don't you know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed?"
"A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself. He can live without hope, without friends, without books, even without music, as long as he can listen to his own thoughts."
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.
oh my god his fascination with long, double word "X and Y" lists continues!
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.
oh my god his fascination with long, double word "X and Y" lists continues!
(I'd rather go to Valinor)
lawyers don't go to actually-a-real-place-but-still-a-heaven-allegory
The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.
oh my god his fascination with long, double word "X and Y" lists continues!
(I'd rather go to Valinor)
I've made up my own ideas for dream places I'd like to go when I die. I hope to someday share them with others as Tolkien did.
all i knew about live long and prosper is that it was said by one of the star trek actors. i referenced it in the explanation for bogart's christmas gift (which was star trek themed). but i didn't know if it was actually said in a star trek movie. i just feel like it was said by nimoy or stewart or shatner in some capacity. it's on the edge of my brain, dangling.
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― John Locke
... there's a difference?
"Don't you know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed?"
heh heh heh
Could be worse. Could be some cretin trying to tell us the universe is 5000 years old or something.
"A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself. He can live without hope, without friends, without books, even without music, as long as he can listen to his own thoughts."
Choose Your Own Chat 1 Choose Your Own Chat 2 Choose Your Own Chat 3
"metal is trash" - me
Choose Your Own Chat 1 Choose Your Own Chat 2 Choose Your Own Chat 3
oh my god his fascination with long, double word "X and Y" lists continues!
(I'd rather go to Valinor)
hmm
I love all of those.
lawyers don't go to actually-a-real-place-but-still-a-heaven-allegory
is that a star trek thing
I'm positive that Wilde made that statement with the expectation that it would be quoted by countless others.
https://twitter.com/Hooraydiation
yeah, that's a pictue of john crichton
(to be serious for a moment)
Yes, Spock.
Nimoy still signs his tweets with LLAP.
It was Magneto.
this guy here.
I was expecting yelling and screaming
that was actually good though
I've made up my own ideas for dream places I'd like to go when I die. I hope to someday share them with others as Tolkien did.
also i don't know what biro means, either : (
how dare you prey on my ignorance, sir, have you no decency
Captain Kirk is Magneto???
Biro means this Questionable Choices guy is not from America.
QC didn't say it. ELM said it.
Also, chu, I gave you a straight answer above
ELM isn't an american?! FOREIGN OPERATIVE DETECTED.
Good mornin' [chat].