human

The Human Being, as we imagine it, does not exist.

Theatre is pure teleportation by means of suspension. It__ a voyage into the archives of the human imagination. A passport to all what ifs.

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray. At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.

Nothing is ever black and white, Nila. You should know that bu now. Its all how you survive the grey." -Kes

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

For me, my haters are not the ones who I have done wrong with, but the ones I have fought for.

Isn't it ironic that when you accept sadness is an inevitability of the human condition you feel happier?

Last day I saw him human, he was sad about the world.

How it feels like to be normal

It is not only business to business sake but human to human sake.

People felt themselves watching him even before they knew that there was anything different about him. His eyes made a person think that he heard things that no one else had ever heard, that he knew things no one had ever guessed before. He did not seem quite human.

I__e seen a lot of stuff_ maybe I__e seen too much. I see most humans in a bad light because I__e seen what they can do, how evil they can be_ I__e seen the Holocaust and I__e seen Jonestown, I__e seen the Vietnam War and I__e seen Hiroshima_ I__e seen the Chernobyl disaster_ I__e seen the World Trade Center attack_ I__e been alive too long, over a hundred years is a long time to be alive,_ Alecto sighed, staring at the cigarette he was holding.

_I__ afraid of what the digital age will do to the world, to the things we think are important_ it__ almost like people want to believe in some illusion that they__e robots and forget altogether that they__e real, living people_ but everything these days is disposable, even people themselves, and that__ why I__ afraid for the world,_ Mandy confessed, looking depressed and worried.__o am I_ but I__l still watch all of it as the world dooms itself, because I want to see how it ends, and whether or not they__l be intelligent enough to forget all of this digital illusion afterwards,_ Alecto explained. ____ sure that they__l be able to realize how wrong it all is_ even though the idiots outnumber most people these days, there are still enough intelligent people to fight against it.

I work so hard for profits because my dreams are expensive.

Oh, trust me Sydney Tar Ponds, you aren__ the first Personification to be forgotten by somebody ordinary,_ Mearth sighed with a falsely-reassuring smile. Alecto stepped back from her, glaring hatefully. __ydney Tar Ponds,_ Mearth added, ____e had so many ordinary people as friends in my life that by now I__e forgotten all their names. At first it was difficult_ very sad_ to see them always leaving, dying, disappearing, ignoring, but after a while I realized that they weren__ worth the trouble. I__ rather be in the company of other Personifications. At least they aren__ always dropping dead like houseflies or sailing away to parts unknown. Nil sa saol seo ach ceo, i ni bheimid beo, ach seal beag gearr. Wouldn__ you agree?___o,_ Alecto told her. __ think you__e insane.

We ought to, as human beings, have the courage to seek a collective __ruth_ that benefits our species the most, and to accept that all of our doctrines and beliefs may just be incomplete. That we don__ know it all and that perhaps we never will. That others like us may have something to teach us, and we may have something to contribute to their communities. That communities, types of people, are divisions we__e created for ourselves. That for all of what we know, the knowledge and wisdom that we have gathered in the few millennia may be a small fraction of what is there to be discovered, understood and applied.

A man does not have to feel less than human to realize his sin; oppositely, he has to realize that he gets no special vindication for his sin.

They say let he who is without sin cast the first stone. And to be without sin requires absolute forgiveness. But when your memories are freshly opened wounds, forgiveness is the most unnatural of human emotions.