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The Cause of Our Exile
YOU ARE THE UNFINDABLE
The Post Modern world we are now beginning made the discovery that Buddha made 2500 years ago. This desire to make everything known, an object of knowledge, named and stamped and put in the library, is the cause of our exile, our feeling of separation and the desire to make everything known as my object of knowledge. This was the radical discovery of Quantum Physics when our instruments of exploration of the subatomic world discovered that the Laws of Cause and Effect didn’t work there.
— Ed Conley
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— On the steps of the Paris Stock Exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabbles of geese. They swarmed loud, uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Not theirs ; these clothes, this speech, these gestures. Their full slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all. A hoard heaped by the roadside ; plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew the years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.
— James Joyce.
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