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AGENT SHAGWELL
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"If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?"
"...most people are afraid of technology. Their solution is just to forget it.They get in the car and they go. They move without understanding. But you should keep in mind the words of Robert Pirsig. He wrote 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'. He pointed out, wisely I think, that Buddha is every bit as comfy in the gears of a cycle transmission as he is on a mountaintop or the petals of a flower... "
"...I can add, subtract, divide and multiply, but you lose me at fractions. Anyway, it seems as you peel back the onion of the atom, as you get into smaller and smaller particles, you find that they might not be particles at all. So sub-atomic particles might really just be vibrating waves of energy..... The essential building block of everything is nothing..."
"Talking about the big L people, amore, Cupid's arrows, crazy thing called Love. I'm not talking about this agape kind of love or this spiritual, Platonic, brotherhood of man - I'm OK, you're OK kind of thing. I'm talking about Eros, serious grope time, the bonding of hearts and glands like Tristan and Isolde, Abilard and Eloise, Bernard and Ann. What throws the switch? How is it that my brother Bernard, my veritable other self, finds himself head over heels about someone to whom I'm totally indifferent yet, and this is a big yet, someone for whom I once carried a monster-sized torch? Was I different back then? Was she? Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?"
and that is all
"...most people are afraid of technology. Their solution is just to forget it.They get in the car and they go. They move without understanding. But you should keep in mind the words of Robert Pirsig. He wrote 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance'. He pointed out, wisely I think, that Buddha is every bit as comfy in the gears of a cycle transmission as he is on a mountaintop or the petals of a flower... "
"...I can add, subtract, divide and multiply, but you lose me at fractions. Anyway, it seems as you peel back the onion of the atom, as you get into smaller and smaller particles, you find that they might not be particles at all. So sub-atomic particles might really just be vibrating waves of energy..... The essential building block of everything is nothing..."
"Talking about the big L people, amore, Cupid's arrows, crazy thing called Love. I'm not talking about this agape kind of love or this spiritual, Platonic, brotherhood of man - I'm OK, you're OK kind of thing. I'm talking about Eros, serious grope time, the bonding of hearts and glands like Tristan and Isolde, Abilard and Eloise, Bernard and Ann. What throws the switch? How is it that my brother Bernard, my veritable other self, finds himself head over heels about someone to whom I'm totally indifferent yet, and this is a big yet, someone for whom I once carried a monster-sized torch? Was I different back then? Was she? Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?"
and that is all
