Comments on: “People Cannot Stand Too Much Reality”

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By: Matt the Engineer

Matt the Engineer — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:43:10 +0000

Wow. I never knew that Ebert rocks. Were there not 437 comments I might join in. But wait – he actually responds to hundreds of them.

By: tres_arboles

tres_arboles — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 22:34:11 +0000

Just read the Ebert thing. Interesting commentary considering it comes from a movie critic. Who knew he was such a commentator? I didn’t. Thanks for the link, Dan.

By: Sivalinga

Sivalinga — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:10:11 +0000

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotus rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

~ from ‘BURNT NORTON’
(the first of the ‘Four Quartets’)
by T.S. Eliot

By: Matt the Engineer

Matt the Engineer — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 16:55:12 +0000

We live in a world where the simple problem of allowing banks to make bad loans has torn our prosperous economy down to recession levels. Imagine the impacts on this fragile economic system when we lose cheap oil – the transportation lubricant of the entire world.

The next decade or two will certainly be an interesting time to be alive.