Our reasons for wanting a time machine ought to be banal enough to make us human, motivated by some memory that we recall imperfectly, stupidly, wrongly.
To go back to that–for what? The smell of wet summer asphalt and feckless, drifting days. It would be a waste of time, space, and whatever else. And so what?
We ought to remember that to be human is to be banal, such that every so often, rising out of funk and dumbness, we are something else entirely and do not even know what.
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- throughunsealedeyes said: He (Eco) also said, “Every great thinker is someone else’s moron,” and “What is moronism to one is incoherence to another.” He does have a way with words. Sums up our situation quite nicely.
- throughunsealedeyes said: “There are four kinds of people in this world: cretins, fools, morons and lunatics. A normal person is just a reasonable mix of these components. A genius uses one component in a dazzling way, fueling it with the others.” Umberto Eco
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