❝ Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change. Don’t give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. ❞

Ray Bradbury - Fahrenheit 451.

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Favourite Moments from Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey (2/?)

- From Episode 1: Standing Up in the Milky Way

How are people not mind boggled by this like this is what I sit and think about at 4 AM.

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Every time I see this book in the bookstore, I go to the back to read about the author to see if any of them were updated with his recent death. None of them were. He made his struggle into art. His struggle is literally tangible when it’s written within a book. When you’re holding this book, you’re holding his thoughts, his troubles. It made me sad to think that someone else would read this book while going through their own miseries only to find out he committed suicide seven years later. It made me think that the struggle never really ends.

Every time I see this book in the bookstore, I go to the back to read about the author to see if any of them were updated with his recent death. None of them were. He made his struggle into art. His struggle is literally tangible when it’s written within a book. When you’re holding this book, you’re holding his thoughts, his troubles. It made me sad to think that someone else would read this book while going through their own miseries only to find out he committed suicide seven years later. It made me think that the struggle never really ends.

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