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Trapped in the amber of the moment
Peanuts

Peanuts

"If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still—if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I’m grateful that so many of those moments are nice."
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Peanuts

Peanuts

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

"Why me?"
“That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”
“Yes.”
“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Peanuts

Peanuts

"If we are not sad when we part, we must have done something lovely."
Kurt Vonnegut, in a letter to lifelong friend Loree Rackstraw
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Peanuts

Peanuts

"Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay."
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Peanuts

Peanuts

"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamodore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamodorians can look at all the different moments just the way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever."
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski