I've lived too long, I'm in the ruck,

I've drunk too deeply of the cup,

I cannot spend, I cannot fuck,

I'm down and out, I'm buggered up.

(Pushkin)

Imagination is like a pseudo-random pattern generator.

All dualities are unresolvable

they end up in the territory of uncertainty

certainty is defined by uncertainty

All for one,

one for all.

The present is liquid

it freezes into the past

and vaporises into the future

and it vaporizes into the past

and freezes into the future

Nothingness lurks behind the veil of space-time

shielding us against the hell of infinity

You have to find out what is worth doing,

and you have to do it completely,

easy to say,

hard to do.

(Antony Gormley)

If this life is a mystery,

why can't there be another?

(David Hockney)