I want a better Bible, Adam. I want a Bible in which the Fruit of Knowledge contains the Seeds of Wisdom, and makes life more pleasurable for mankind, not worse. I want a Bible in which Isaac leaps up from the sacrificial stone and chokes the life out of Abraham, to punish him for the abject and bloody sin of Obedience. I want a Bible in which Lazarus is dead and stubborn about it, rather than standing to attention at the beck and call of every passing Messiah.
Robert Charles WilsonChildren wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.
Robert Charles WilsonStichwörter: childhood adulthood lying deceit
What is inevitable is not death but change. Change is the only abiding reality. The metaverse evolves, fractally and forever. Saints become sinners, sinners become saints. Dust becomes men, men become gods, gods become dust.
Robert Charles WilsonStichwörter: evolutionary-psychology
Words like anchors, tethering boats of memory that would otherwise be settled by the storm.
Robert Charles WilsonBut the world is what it is and won’t be bargained with.
Robert Charles Wilson...slept too long. And I don’t much like the world I woke up to.
Robert Charles WilsonThe conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.
Robert Charles WilsonStichwörter: friendship love conversation
Stick out your arms," he'd say, "straight out at your sides," and when he had you in the appropriate cruciform position he'd say, "Left index finger to right index finger straight across your heart, that's the history of the Earth. You know what human history is? Human history is the nail on your right-hand index finger. Not even the whole nail. Just that little white part. The part you clip off when it gets too long. That's the discovery of fire and the invention of writing and Galileo and Newton and the moon landing and 9/11 and last week and this morning. Compared to evolution we're newborns. Compared to geology, we barely exist
Robert Charles WilsonAmazing, I thought, how busily we had turned ourselves into people who didn't know one another very well.
Robert Charles WilsonHere she was back in the brightly lit world she had been avoiding for twenty years, and it was exactly as awful as she remembered it.
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