I must say I was smitten so long ago
I got caught, pulled right down by your undertow
Just like the stars always shine
Just like them, you can't be mine...
It's not worth it. There are giants out there. We do not matter. Someone can step on us without noticing. There is no point in making pretty picture. It's all been done, anyway. We are ants. The only thing that matters is looking after each other.
Isaac loves the crude sensation of alcohol buzzing in his brain: so much better than sophisticated drugware. The increasingly small part of his mind recognises it as a meme rather than a physical thing: thousand years of a culture of intoxication, worship of Bacchus built into his Oubliette-made body.
I've got one thing to say
Before I am drunk again
God damn the sun
God damn anyone
That says a kind word
God damn the sun
God damn the light it shines
And this world it shows
God damn the sun
And if you must go to work, tomorrow
Well if I were you, I wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know - because I've seen them
But not very often.
Upon awakening from dreamless sleep, we have the
peculiar impression that for a while we were not there at
all nor, as far as we are concerned, was the rest of the
world. This everyday observation tells us vividly that consciousness can come and go, grow and shrink. Indeed, if we did not sleep, it might be hard to imagine that consciousness is not a given, but depends somehow on the way our brain is functioning.
- Giulio Tononi, An information integration theory of consciousness