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Reader. Gamer. Binary Mystic.
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Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Dialectical Dialogue I
Jill: Who the fuck do you think you are?
Jack: You remember those stories your mom used to tell you, like Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs?
Jill: Yeah, so...
Jack: I'm the Wolf.
II
Jesus: So you're telling me that everything that one says has already been scripted in their mind?
Buddha: Right.
Jesus: So ever word that's coming out of my mouth has resounded somewhere in my subconscious.
Buddha: Actually in the Universal Subconscious.
Jesus: That's bullshit.
III.
Achilles: Count Dooku is not Sith!
Hector: He is. He is the apprentice to the Sith Lord. Plus he has the red lightsaber.
Achilles: How is an old man an apprentice? Dooku is just a Dark Jedi.
Hector: Then why does he constantly addressing Darth Sidious as, and I quote, "My Master" ?
Achilles: Whatever...
IV.
Roger: So what do you want to do tonight?
Jessica: Whatever you want.
Roger: How about bowling?
Jessica: Nah.
Roger: How about drinks at Finnegann's?
Jessica: Not in the mood. Let's just stay home.
V.
Cloud: What do you get when you mix River Phoenix and Yoda?
Sephiroth: What?
Cloud: My Own Private Dagobah...
Sephiroth: ...
VI.
Stephen: What matters to me is the base level of sounds at their purest. What makes a dog a dog, a tree a tree, etc...
Leopold: But what really matters is the relationship between the words; the friction that these words create. Who cares about the source code of language? I only care about how we can use words to capture reality.
Stephen: The thing is that our words ARE our reality.
Leopold: So it wouldn't be real if I punched you in the face?
Stephen: It only matters because we can conceptualize the distance between your word HAND and my word FACE.
V.
Antinous: I'm sorry. We tired our best to save him.
Penelope: Did he suffer?
Antinous: No. It was an instant death.
Penelope: . . .
Antinous: I can prescribe something for you, something to help with the pain.
Penelope: No, I want the pain to burn away what is left of my soul.
VI.
Romeo: The doctors tell me that I have a few months left.
Juliet: I heard. So what are you going to do?
Romeo: I'm setting everything in order. I just wanted to see you one last time.
Juliet: What do you think will happen after you pass?
Romeo: I hope there's nothing in death.
Juliet: Why?
Romeo: Because at least in that nothingness, I won't be able to think of you.
2:35 PM
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