History, which interprets the past to understand the present and confront the future, is the least rewarding discipline for a dying species.
Observing someone without context amplifies the experience. The more we know, the less we are able to feel.
...I fear that most contemporary people are answering questions not because they're flattered by the attention; they're answering questions because they feel as though they deserve to be asked. About everything. Their opinions are special, so they are entitled to a public forum. Their voice is supposed to be heard, lest their life become empty.
This, in one paragraph (minus technology), explains the rise of New Media.
...what's more important: narrative consistency or truth? I think we're always trying to create a consistent narrative for ourselves. I think truth always takes a backseat to narrative. Truth has to sit at the back of the bus.
Oddly, I sorta felt like the movie was better. No disservice meant to Alan Moore but there was a consistency in the film that seemed easier to follow. I also felt like the art was a little sub-par and inconsistent at times. Overall, a very compelling story and great piece of work for his repertoire but probably not his finest.
When we're gone at least then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: Where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that?
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party gam. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
Case in point: if this were 1904, you would not be reading this essay; you would be chopping wood or churning butter or watching one of your thirteen children perish from crib death. Your life would be horrible, but your life would have purpose. It would have clarity. Machines allow humans the privilege of existential anxiety. Machines provide us with the extra time to wrory about the status of our careers, and/or the context of our sexual relationships, and/or what it means to be alive. Unconsciously, we hate technology. We hate the way it replaces visceral experience with self-absorption. And the only way we can reconcile that hatred is by pretending machines hate us, too.
All the world's stupidest people are either zealots or atheists. If you want to truly deduce how intelligent someone is, just ask this person how they feel about any issue that doesn't have an answer; the more certainty they express, the less sense they have. This is because certainty only comes from dogma.