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Discussion: David Eggers Im lookin for a book called you shall know our velocity >>By razr for eggers book, go to www.mcsweeneys.net >>By y9 Just saying hi, had to let you know that there is at least one other person out there named David Eggers >>By David Eggers note: sort of rated r... but if you read a number of the author's as per this website, then the following is rated G. note: i did not buy this book. my son, a senior at UCSD, was given this book by a friend who had been given this book from one who stole it from somewhere who read it as part of an evening sharing activity with her roommates. i very much enjoyed his pain coming to his individual life realities. life sucks, and then you die... look forward to it. an edited (to apply to me personally) version of excerpts from eggers book, A.H.W.O.S.G. Please look. Can you see me? Can you see me in my awesome electric blue jeep wrangler? You can just picture me as if you were flying in say, one of those insect police helicopter’s as my jeep rambles and wrangles the rolling road at eighty miles an hour racing around the relentless bends of highway 1. Look at me g&%$#mit, the guy driving – slingshotted from the back side of the moon, greedily cartwheeling toward everything I am owed. Every day I am collecting on what’s owed, what I deserve, with interest, with some extra motherf$#%ng consideration – I am owed, g$#%&mit – and so I am expecting everything, everything. I get to take what I want, one of each, anything in the store, a three-hour shopping spree, the color of our choice, any make, any color, as much as I want, when I want, whatever I want… But then I see her face on the box. My sick head makes me see the face on the box. My sick head wants to make this worse. My head wants this to be scary and unbearable. I try to fight back, to know that this is normal, but I know that I am a monster, that I should not have come here, that because I am looking for bad things they are being given to me and I should not have asked for this in the first place, that because I have been asking for this and more it will get worse and more brutal. My eyes blur. I shake. I want to put the box somewhere else – in the fridge maybe – but know that I can’t put the box in the fridge. The box which is not my mother cannot go in the fridge because she would be livid if I put her in the refrigerator. She would fucking kill me. Ha ha! Hey! I am already dead? I open it…the f$%$g box. The lid comes off slowly; there is some kind of suction from within. I remove the top. Inside is a bag of kitty litter!? F%$#! Someone switched the ashes with this f%$&*ng kitty litter. This is not it… but there is a faint trace of her smell. It smells…like dryer lint from the laundry in Artesia – a simple dryer-lint / mom smell. G$#%$mit! Oh, to be able to just fucking once do something. Be able to do something simple and normal. Like shacking with the author of sex manuals, just that one little thing – g%$&#mn can I just have this one thing… This f#$%ng planet – full of idiot people hanging off – wheeeeee! – so I drive around again. I think I get to a good spot… only another tourist clusterf#$%, f$%# it! >>By rauksolid something about the way you taste makes me want to clear my throat there's a message to your movements that really gets my goat i looked for sniffy linings but you're rotten to the core i've had just about all i can take you know i can't take it no more got a gut feeling centered 'round long time ago on your ability to torment then you took your tongs of love and stripped away my garment got a gut feeling Give a specific example to demonstrating the ‘Truth Tests’ applicable to religion. “paul, I believe it to be true. Why would I believe in anything that is not true? If you do not believe it to be true, you are implying that I believe in a lie.” Jerrie Jorgensen ~ beloved mother Religious faith and religion (as well as that of a fervent atheist and sincere AA adherents) offer or rather insist on the idea of absolute, of a total and finished truth that has not been achieved by science which remains on a continuous cycle of proving any established theory. We know that even in physics, the theories are relative and questionable as to their universal reach, such as the laws of gravitation and the quanta, which have not been integrated in a single theory for macro and microcosm. The ‘Convenience of God’s Will’ is a mechanism that accommodates one’s self-serving mind; faith and ‘belief’ one’s mind (not one’s heart) serving an accommodating mean’s to an end. The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet, the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet, the light of a whole life dies When love is done. ‘…Then the beam of moonlight froths up, and a torrent of light gushes out of it and overflows in all directions. The moon is mistress of all, the moon plays, dances, gambles. Then a woman of incomparable beauty emerges from the brook and walks toward paul, leading by the hand a grotesque buck toothed woman who looks around her with frightened eyes. paul recognizes her at once; she is Number 112, his nocturnal visitor. paul stretches his arms to her in his sleep and cries out breathlessly: “So, that was how it ended?” “That was how it ended, my pitiful sucker,” answers Number 112, and then the beautiful woman approaches paul and says: “Yes, of course, that is how it was. Everything ended, and everything ends…And I shall kiss you on the forehead, and all will be with you as it should be…” She bends over paul and kisses his forehead, and paul stretches toward her and looks into her eyes, but she recedes, d’cends, withdraws with her companion to the moon… And then the moon bursts into frenzy, it tumbles streams of light upon paul, it splashes light in all directions, a moon-flood fills the room, the light sways, rises, washes over the bed. And it is then that paul sleeps with a blissful face (of lunacy?). In the morning, he awakens silent, but entirely calm and well. His lacerated memory subsides, and no one will trouble him until the next full moon - but, as with an ancient Chinese master and his story of the Wake-Dream…how is it to d’cern between being awake and sleeping?’ >>By rauksolid
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