It is, therefore, the manner and issue of consumption which are the real tests of production. Production does not consist in things laboriously made, but in things serviceably consumable; and the question for the nation is not how much labour it employs, but how much life it produces. For as consumption is the end and aim of production, so life is the end and aim of consumption… THERE IS NO WEALTH BUT LIFE.
John Ruskin, Unto This Last London 1860 (via studiobhalo)
No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour, nor making of stuffs a thousand yards a minute, will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. And they will at last, and soon, too, find out that their grand inventions for conquering (as they think) space and time do in reality conquer nothing; for space and time are, in their own essence, unconquerable, and besides did not want any sort of conquering; they wanted using. A fool wants to shorten space and time: a wise man wants to lengthen both. A fool wants to kill space and kill time: a wise man, first to gain them, then to animate them. Your railroad, when you come to understand it, is only a device for making the world smaller: and as for being able to talk from place to place, that is, indeed, well and convenient; but suppose you have, originally, nothing to say. We shall be obliged at last to confess, what we should long ago have known, that the really precious things are thought and sight, not pace. It does a bullet no good to go fast; and a man, if he be truly a man, no harm to go slow; for his glory is not at all in going, but in being… .
John Ruskin (via liquidnight)
‘Steerpike of the Many Problems,’ said the Doctor. ‘What did you say they were? My memory is so very untrustworthy. It’s as fickle as a fox. Ask me to name the third lateral bloodvessel from the extremity of my index finger that runs east to west when I lie on my face at sundown, or the percentage of chalk to be found in the knuckles of an average spinster in her fifty-seventh year, ha, ha, ha! - or even ask me, my dear boy, to give details of the pulse rate of frogs two minutes before they die of scabies - these things are no tax upon my memory, ha, ha, ha! but ask me to remember exactly what you said your problems were, a minute ago, and you will find that my memory has forsaken me utterly. Now why is that, my dear Master Steerpike, why is that?’
‘Because I never mentioned them,’ said Steerpike.
‘That accounts for it,’ said Prunesquallor. ‘That, no doubt, accounts for it.’
Titus Groan, Mervyn Peake (via amnesia-machine)
Words and gestures obey their own dictatorial, unimaginative laws; the ghastly ritual, that denies the spirit.
Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast (via magicandpageantry)
Everything devours itself: stars, galaxies, animals, and plants. In the end the Demiurge himself is the one who eats his creation, the cannibal, on completing a Kalpa, in the Götterdämerung. He eats even the Gods, already entered into the Time. Therefore Germanic mythology shows the Demiurge as a Wolf that swallows everything in his dark jaws. The Fenrir Wolf.
Miguel Serrano (via hyperboreanrising)