[karaterobot]

But what about this one:

> You will never know what the world is made of. The only thing that’s certain is that it’s not made of the world. As you close upon some mathematical description of reality you cant help but lose what is being described. Every inquiry displaces what is addressed. A moment in time is a fact, not a possibility. The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you don't. Not in your heart you don't. If you did you would be terrified. And you’re not. Not yet.

Almost Lovecraftian to me. I don't think he is drawing a distinction between literature and science either, they are similar in this view of the world. It's more like pre-modern vs. modern, not art vs. science.

[beacon294]

What is this from?

[defen]

The Thalidomide Kid, a hallucinated entity in the mind of the main character of The Passenger

[beacon294]

Thanks, I have a copy in eyeshot. I'll pick it up.