"Perhaps you will not notice me; Perhaps I shall pass under the shadow where the sun hides behind you— I shall remain unnoticed, there, in your heart, inside your palm. . ."
"A man's life is but the crest of a wave, which descends downhill after Time forgets him, his personal history decays like the smoke of a flame: where did the flame come from? ~His house stops upon the walls, and the sweet chirpings calls him outside."
"The old owl flutters at its cage in my blue room; wise, it doesn't make much noise now — adjusted — to its captivity to a cancer patient. The night lamp glows and throws my own shadow on saffron walls — old mirror — I see myself once daily — I haven't changed much outside."
"When you are leaving Tokyo on a sleeper class train — you gaze onto the horizon, and see — not one — but several nuclear power plants. These power plants power the Shinkansen bullet~ trains, among other things."
"In 2020021 A.D., each person has created universes, and Gaias (the depth of the Gaias depending of the depth of their imagination), and living in each Gaia for amount 15 minutes at a time."
"This place is so beautiful, the food of this country is so delicious — everywhere you go, you'll encounter marks of a rich heritage and an equally rich history; but the girls of Afghanistan are in pain: they can not go out (never at night); they must stay in the house throughout the year,"
"After setting the stars in motion, after ordering the galaxies in perfect order — Brahma sat on a chair (made of clouds), and started playing with the blue orb;"
"If you have come here — you've already signed a letter of consent: the letter contains details about what jobs you'll have to do — clean the floor, wash dishes and clothes. . . you have to be extra careful about tea (and other such things)"
"A robotic arm grabs your body and you are taken inside a spaceship: months pass, and you talk to a computer inside the spaceship; —the computer teaches you new languages. The computer seems to know a lot, and it has a video archive."
"One way or the other I'm going to come after you; no matter how high you set the barricade — you can not stop me from infiltrating; I'm the unstoppable force, the human tornado that will clash upon your beach like a tidal wave;"
"When the first star blossomed in the galaxy ~ God took a theorbo and sat at a corner of the Milky Way and started singing."
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"That very uncle has invented this machine using his very own intelligence (without copying anyone else's idea), Five hours journey you'll cover in one and a half hours."
"—when you derive consciousness, you find absolutely nothing around you, except this staircase. Years and months pass by, and you slowly begin to ascend this staircase: the steps you pass — they disappear! You can not go back."
"I have 5 boys: all of them go to school; when they come back home — they tell us about fascinating stories of America, of Europe, and other such places. I have a small television in the house. My boys love to watch movies of Shahrukh Khan, Aamir Khan, and so on."
"but inside her resides a disciple of the Eternal Feminine: The Mater Gloriosa — she is the mother of all sentient (living) creatures — she is the queen of the earth — and in her dominion lions and deers love each other, live peacefully together;"
"It begins with a sensation of being extremely weak, being anemic. You visit doctors and go through medical tests; but no errors are detected. You google about it — but find nothing concrete; you decide to go to your local library."
"First, it learns about the world, it makes maps, reads books, does mathematical calculations; then it takes a break. When it wakes, it now wants to change the world."
"The machine is connected to a brain — and whatever the brain imagines, the machine makes it (The machine can make anything that the brain can think). Each point on the body of the machine dies after 80 years— and the machine recycles them."
"You open your eyes After a deep and prolonged sleeping. Your eyes directly encounter a crowd of people who have come here from the desert: these people are thirsty — yet they have no tongues, and they an not speak. They have no hands, too."
"My father was a butcher; My uncle worked in the wastelands. I was a small clerk in a grocery store. There was no social security or health insurance in our country — and I had stage~I throat cancer;"
'I pass my daytime in the dark well, exploring — by the nights, I work in my shop: I'm building a helicopter (from scrap metals). I must stay prepared to fly — all hell will break loose — in this desert — the Third World War will be fought; then Fourth, then Fifth, then Sixth,"
"I want to be the president, President of the United States of America; I want to run an election campaign, debate on television, inject my thoughts into the minds of millions of voters; I want to do this, sleep and repeat — in all the 195 countries in the world."
"There by the river, there is a crematorium— The tree~leaves flutter in the flood of noon; I gently walk by that crematory, tarry around its fields, look at the faint marks of half-smoked cigarette sticks. . ."
"People are becoming like robots, day by day, in this twenty first century. People nowadays travel more, but they do not hug others. People buy more things, but they do not value art. People nowadays do not love anymore; People are becoming like robots."
"There in the shadow of a dying star — inside the heart of a blackhole, a God created itself, out of air! It then laid an egg, and the egg cracked, and opened the universe."
"On the floor of the office room, on that carpet — there is peace, there is silence. Over on the fence, beyond that on the sunlit carpet of mountain green grass — in the music of India flute, on the tune of romantic nonexistence — there is peace, there is silence."
"I can not write interesting poetry anymore; I look back at the days, years ago, when Whenever I dropped myself to write poetry, words would flow genuinely from the computer keyboard, and fill the LG monitor; those days are gone by. I can no longer write poetry."
"I would rather imagine a life perfect; a serene day as cinematic as a Martin Scorsese imagery; I would rather paint my life on a Wacom cintiq; but I can not write the perfect poetry about my life."