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“When I drive I don’t think about progress but I think of how we’ll look centuries down the road. When it is all absorbed and played out what is left?”
“Just as you have to let go of the past, you have to let go of the future and simply put your best in play in the present. If it gets gobbled up without shifting a grain of sand someone will know in the future.”
“I have no confidence that anyone in the future gives a rat’s ass about me or you.”
“Oh sure, when they are young and the gestures of the present make them sick they turn to the past and absorb the gestures large and small. What a wonderful thing youth is!”
“I would have loved to been in a tree during Gettysburg. Or a rat on Drake’s ship during the Armada invasion. Or even a voyeur to watch the Queen of any age enjoy her sex with the man of her choice.”
“Mind makes it so. But then you are dragged back to the sickness that drove you away in the first place. The past closes up like an aging woman and where else is the potent mind going to but the present?”
“Well, if the killing at Gettysburg and the driving of the Armada from England’s shore and the sexual proclivities of Queens all vanish in time and become irrelevant to the life we live I suppose there is a perverse kind of comfort in it. If they go, we go. And if we go then we are at the precipice at all moments. And there all the good and bad is created.”
“And there we are tested and leave a mark.”
“So even the waste has something to teach?”
“It must, there’s so much of it.”
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