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"In the dark times, should the stars also go out?"
"HARRY: The people who build this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side." (Tap on the tape recorder). The wind howls. She remains silent. EMPATHY: It's real. Tell her. HARRY: It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what's coming for you now."
"Few of us can begin to imagine the horror of you -- with all of creation reflected in your forebrain. It must be like the highest of hells, a kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass. Eternal damnation."
Probably my favorite DE quote. Also love that "0.000% of Communism has been built" one, though.
The last bit with the phasmid resonates with me so hard, I think, because of my sensory and social issues. There is so much goddamn information out there, all of it contradictory and painful and harsh and insidious, and I struggle to process it all, as I am compelled to process it all. "A kaleidoscope of fire and writhing glass" sums it up pretty good. There is incredible beauty in the world, but guarded behind a gate of horrible pain. But not crossing the gate is a hell all its own. A lower hell, one devoid of meaning or purpose. To wallow, stagnate, and atrophy is a worse fate than facing the agonizing beauty of the world on its own terms. Every rose is behind a mile-long hedge of clawing thorns. But I have to remind myself the thorns are not all there is.