Nothing. There’s nothing left
It would just hang in the air like a cloud
It felt all right
You could still worry about it
Argument itself being a tool to improve the mind
To the arguments of great thinkers there is no end
History is unkind to those it abandons
He smiled his sad, crooked smile
A true man faces the consequences of his actions
It’s how things are
Gone Fishin’
Hold my head while you’re filling it with your lies
There was a deep, sad wound in him
Tell me a story
So you’re just what, gone?
Because some things can be put off and others can’t, or can’t anymore
One word and then the next, like rungs on a ladder
What if the story isn’t over yet?
Don’t be dramatic
The main thing is to avoid having to deal with anybody
You don’t need to worry about me
I’m gonna do whatever I’m gonna do
Why couldn’t she just have stayed home?
How beautiful to be seen
The quiet of the living is one of the great reliefs
Over there on the other side, it’s like that all the time
Tomorrow I will be on an airplane home
Could I have a glass of water, please?
I had something important to declare
I didn’t know how to reply
A few days later, I died
The night before, we loved each other still
I was a joke, and my life was a joke
I could have stayed in the ground for eternity
He got exactly what he wanted
There was no one around to see it
That is not how contemporaries saw it
This would have been perfectly satisfactory
Both the questions and the solutions were fundamentally geometrical in nature
The landscape of knowledge presents a formidable challenge
Stop and glance over the journey we have just made
We can turn back and trace our path
Lost in a cloud of irrelevant formulas
Beloved and admired by his peers
He lived entirely in the present
Things did not go as planned
It did not promise a secure future
It is full of hope and promise
“The hidden harmonies that govern our seemingly chaotic universe”
This image is particularly striking
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