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An Interconnected Conciousness

I admit, that this next fact, may indeed come as quite a surprise to many of you; but way back in the nineties, it was discovered that the brain is chalk full of these minuscule crystals,

well, one in specific actually…

These brain-swimming ‘crystals’, are called magnetite;

a mineral that is naturally MAGNETIC, & composed of

iron-oxide.

 THE MINERAL MAGNETITE:Chemical Formula: Fe3O4, Iron Oxide. Class: Oxides and Hydroxides.

So at this very moment, as you now read this, millions of these tiny, little crystals, lie buried deep within your brain.
Researchers have now uncovered, in the years since their initial discovery of the mineral’s general presence in our body, that clumps of magnetite can be found in EVERY cell of the entire brain.
For years, prior to this revelation, scientists had already understood that the mineral existed in every other animal , yet, assumed at the time, not in humans.

Magnetite in and of itself, although seemingly extraordinary in its ability to exist within our brain, is not some super powered sci-fi movie material. In fact, it is a quite common iron oxide (Fe3O4) mineral; typically found in igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary rocks, naturally.

Today this mineral, which stands abundantly scattered throughout our brains, is actually the most commonly mined iron ore on the planet, as well as the one with the greatest iron content, at around (72.4%).

In modern times, it is mined as iron ore, a metal, which we use in a wide variety of everyday objects, and does not really seem all too special. Yet, out of all the naturally-occurring minerals found on planet Earth; it is perhaps, the single most magnetic.

Lodestone, the name given naturally-magnetized pieces of magnetite, will draw in small bits of iron. Now, in palaeolithic times, this naturally magnetic pull was the way in which ancient peoples were initially exposed to the property of magnetism(basic as it was).


Now,

although not yet fully understood;

for the intended purposes of this piece, we must now return to our brain’s relationship, with the mineral.

Powerful Demonstrations of How Magnets Can Affect Your Brain. Magnetic fields can improve your memory and even control your behavior and sense of morality. … The magnets stimulate electrical responses in the brain. Transcranial direct current stimulation is just what it sounds, applying the current directly to the brain.

Do magnets have any effect on the human body?
Japan is developing a magnetically levitated vehicle which will subject both passengers and crew to strong magnetic fields. Magnetism is not felt by the humansenses in any obvious way, nor is there any substantial evidence that it is harmful. Yet it does have subtle effects on vision and heart performance.
ELCWAV AFFECT BR
A new study finds that radio waves from a cell phone can affect the metabolism ofbrain cells, though there is no evidence that the effect is harmful. … Volkow knew that some MRI scanners produce electrical and magnetic fields powerful enough to cause brain cells to consume more energy, in the form of glucose.
The human brain also emits waves, like when a person focuses her attention or remembers something. This activity fires thousands of neurons simultaneously at the same frequency generating a wave — but at a rate closer to 10 to 100 cycles per second. … Signals from the brain are a billionth of that strength.
The study of brain wave activity has been a recent development of psychological study.The elusive brain still holds secrets that are just now being discovered. None of whichcan accurately explain the phenomenon of clairvoyance, or seeing into the future, or dejavu for that matter.What the Freudian theory cannot explain is how I felt when I awoke from the dream.Upon waking I had an overwhelming feeling of emotion that what I dreamed was a realexperience. I have had this feeling before. Shortly after, sometimes at the time of a tragicincident as in the case of premonitions. Over time I have acquired the ability to discernthe meaningless dreams from the ones that I NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO.I wrote that in capitol letters for a reason. The way I feel after a premonition isindescribable. It’s like being told a secret about something and trying to figure it out before you forget. It’s like you just watched a television broadcast about the future andnow you have to figure it out. Basically it just an overwhelming feeling that whatever you just experienced is going to happen. Images are combined with characters and situations,and an interactive story takes place. I usually do not know exactly what an interpretationof a dream means, sometimes it’s not until after an event that I am able to decipher thedream.
The researcher’s found that magnetite was found in every cell of the brain. They hadknown for years that it existed in all other animals but not in humans.
Basically it’s quite simple. The magnetite in the brain acts like the radio crystals in aradio. At certain frequencies the magnetite in the brain activates certain receptor sites, inthe visual or other cortexes of the brain.
This excitation then allows the brain to receive messages or psychic impressions of present, past, or future events. All thoughts have a corresponding brainwave activity i.e.Beta wave, Alpha waves etc. It makes sense that I usually only receive premonitions thataffect me or my immediate family. It stands to reason that the genetic makeup of all of usis in tune with our relatives. Hence the predominance of premonitions about immediatefamily members since my genes would predispose my magnetite makeup to be on thesame frequency as my relatives.
space time con. theory
How can emotions, thoughts, and images, be transmitted and received by the brain acrossvast distances and through the linear concept of time?Einstein’s theory of relativity states that all perceptions are relative and time itself is arelative concept. In this theory it states that we can travel forward in time but never back.
The Problem:
A premonition by definition is a look into the future. Suppose we can transmit feelings,how do we transmit back into time?Do we transmit back in time future events or do we look forward to future events?Thoughts essentially are electromagnetic waves traveling from neuron to neuron.Electromagnetic waves as we all know travel at the speed of light. Einstein’s theory of relativity states that the past, present, and future all exist at once in a continuum. Wedistinguish our time from all others due to our relative positions in the space timecontinuum. But if we were to travel at the speed of light we would see everything aroundus stop. At the speed of light all known physics theories cease to exist.I postulate then that perhaps we are looking forward and perhaps we are receiving asignal from the future from ourselves.We can look forward into the future by Einstein’s definition. But how does thatinformation come back with us, by definition?What I think is that what happens is that when someone has a traumatic experience, meor a relative, adrenaline is released, the body undergoes heightened alertness, and certainchemicals are released in the brain and the circulatory system. Suddenly, out comes a burst of electromagnetic energy, a distress signal if you will. It leaves our brains at thespeed of light as do all electromagnetic waves, in all directions.In all directions, which is very important. Not focused like a radar, but in all directions.Gravity as we know from E=mc2, bends light and electromagnetic energy. Once thatenergy leaves our body it is affected by the earth’s magnetic field and gravity. Perhapsthose frequencies get caught somehow and bounce around in the space continuum untilthey reach my brain, in the past and I get a message, image, premonition of what is tocome.Take a TV broadcast and light speed spacecraft. Both leave the earth at the same time.The TV signal is pointed at the nearest star. The spaceship however takes a different path.
ABSTRACT:Epidemiological and laboratory studies of the detrimental health effects of extremely lowfrequency (ELF) magnetic fields have been both conflicting and controversial. This iscertainly due to the natural complexity of biological organisms as well as unknownvariables. Recent work by our group indicates that biomineralized magnetite(ferrimagnetic Fe304) is present in the hippocampus of the human brain and is not a relicof contamination or post-mortem changes in brain chemistry. The presence of thismagnetic material in the brain may provide a plausible link between exposure to weak environmental magnetic fields and physiological responses.In addition, studies of EEG-recorded brainwave activity in patients with Mesio TemporalLobe Epilepsy (MTLE) undergoing presurgical, semi-invasive electrode mapping,indicate that epileptiform discharges have been induced by the application of DCmagnetic fields in the 1 mT to 2 mT range. This effect is most clearly seen in the recordsfrom six of the seven MTLE patients who exhibited normally low interictal activity. Theepileptiform discharges appear to be associated more with the change in field as opposedto the static field application. In two patients with high levels of interictal activity, therapid application of a 2 mT magnetic field abruptly stopped the activity or changed thecharacteristics of the EEG-recorded waveform. In all patients studied, these dischargesoriginate in the hippocampus.
===============================================================ON THE SENSITIVITY OF THE HUMAN BRAIN TO MAGNETIC FIELDS –EVOCATION OF EPILEPTIFORM ACTIVITYM. Fuller, J. Dobson, H.G. Wieser and S. Moser Brain Research Bulletin (1994) vol. 36, no.2: 155-159FULLER, M., DOBSON, J., WIESER, H.G., and MOSER, S. On the sensitivityof the human brain to magnetic fields: evocation of epileptiformactivity BRAIN RES. BULL. – Evocation of epileptiform activity by DCmagnetic fields of between 0.9 and 1.8 millitesla (mT) has beendemonstrated in six epileptic patients undergoing presurgicalevaluation. The activity was monitored by electroencephalography (EEG)recording from both electrodes attached to the scalp as well as fromintracranial electrodes inserted via the foramen ovale. Epileptiformactivity evoked by the magnetic field application was distinguishedfrom background levels by comparing the number of epileptiformdischarges in the ten second intervals before and after fieldapplications. In nearly all cases, a delay of up to several secondswas observed between the application of the magnetic field and theonset of epileptiform firing. Removal of the field also appeared tocause firing in some instances but this has not yet been investigatedsystematically. In all six patients, subsequent seizures confirmedthat the epileptiform activity monitored during the experiments wasoriginating from the primary epileptogenic zones of the patients
Magnetoreception
  • The homing pigeon can return to its home using its ability to sense the Earth’s magnetic field and other cues to orient itself.
  • Fruit fly Drosophila melanogaster needs cryptochrome to respond to magnetic fields.
  • Several mammals, including the big brown bat (Eptesicus fuscus) can use magnetic fields for orientation.

Maverick scientist thinks he has discovered a magnetic sixth sense in humans

Birds do it. Bees do it. But the human subject, standing here in a hoodie—can he do it? Joe Kirschvink is determined to find out. For decades, he has shown how critters across the animal kingdom navigate using magnetoreception, or a sense of Earth’s magnetic field. Now, the geophysicist at the California Institute of Technology (Caltech) in Pasadena is testing humans to see if they too have this subconscious sixth sense. Kirschvink is pretty sure they do. But he has to prove it.

He takes out his iPhone and waves it over Keisuke Matsuda, a neuroengineering graduate student from the University of Tokyo. On this day in October, he is Kirschvink’s guinea pig. A magnetometer app on the phone would detect magnetic dust on Matsuda—or any hidden magnets that might foil the experiment. “I want to make sure we don’t have a cheater,” Kirschvink jokes.

They are two floors underground at Caltech, in a clean room with magnetically shielded walls. In a corner, a liquid helium pump throbs and hisses, cooling a superconducting instrument that Kirschvink has used to measure tiny magnetic fields in everything from bird beaks to martian meteorites. On a lab bench lie knives—made of ceramic and soaked in acid to eliminate magnetic contamination—with which he has sliced up human brains in search of magnetic particles. Matsuda looks a little nervous, but he will not be going under the knife. With a syringe, a technician injects electrolyte gel onto Matsuda’s scalp through a skullcap studded with electrodes. He is about to be exposed to custom magnetic fields generated by an array of electrical coils, while an electroencephalogram (EEG) machine records his brain waves.

For much of the 20th century, magnetoreception research seemed as unsavory as the study of dowsing or telepathy. Yet it is now an accepted fact that many animals sense the always-on, barely there magnetic field of Earth. Birds, fish, and other migratory animals dominate the list; it makes sense for them to have a built-in compass for their globetrotting journeys. In recent years, researchers have found that less speedy creatures—lobsters, worms, snails, frogs, newts—possess the sense. Mammals, too, seem to respond to Earth’s field: In experiments, wood mice and mole rats use magnetic field lines in siting their nests; cattle and deer orient their bodies along them when grazing; and dogs point themselves north or south when they urinate or defecate.

Playing the field

Earth’s magnetic field, generated by its liquid outer core, is similar to that of a giant off-axis bar magnet. Its strength ranges from 25 microtesla (μT) near the equator to 60 μT at the poles. That is weak: An MRI’s field is more than 100,000 times stronger.

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The mounting scientific evidence for magnetoreception has largely been behavioral, based on patterns of movement, for example, or on tests showing that disrupting or changing magnetic fields can alter animals’ habits. Scientists know that animals can sense the fields, but they do not know how at the cellular and neural level. “The frontier is in the biology—how the brain actually uses this information,” says David Dickman, a neurobiologist at the Baylor College of Medicine in Houston, Texas, who in a 2012 Science paper showed that specific neurons in the inner ears of pigeons are somehow involved, firing in response to the direction, polarity, and intensity of magnetic fields.

Finding the magnetoreceptors responsible for triggering these neurons has been like looking for a magnetic needle in a haystack. There’s no obvious sense organ to dissect; magnetic fields sweep invisibly through the entire body, all the time. “The receptors could be in your left toe,” Kirschvink says.

Scientists have come up with two rival ideas about what they might be. One is that magnetic fields trigger quantum chemical reactions in proteins called cryptochromes. Cryptochromes have been found in the retina, but no one has determined how they might control neural pathways. The other theory, which Kirschvink favors, proposes that miniature compass needles sit within receptor cells, either near the trigeminal nerve behind animals’ noses or in the inner ear. The needles, presumed to be made up of a strongly magnetic iron mineral called magnetite, would somehow open or close neural pathways.

The same candidate magnetoreceptors are found in humans. So do we have a magnetic sense as well? “Perhaps we lost it with our civilization,” says Michael Winklhofer, a biophysicist at the University of Oldenburg in Germany. Or, as Kirschvink thinks, perhaps we retain a vestige of it, like the wings of an ostrich.

Kirschvink specializes in measuring remanent magnetic fields in rock, which can indicate the latitude at which the rock formed, millions or billions of years ago, and can trace its tectonic wanderings. The technique has led him to powerful, influential ideas. In 1992, he marshaled evidence that glaciers nearly covered the globe more than 650 million years ago, and suggested that their subsequent retreat from “Snowball Earth” (a term he coined) triggered an evolutionary sweepstakes that would become the Cambrian explosion 540 million years ago. In 1997, he worked out a provocative explanation for the abnormally speedy drift of continental plates about the same time as the Cambrian explosion: Earth’s rotational axis had tipped over by as much as 90°, Kirschvink proposed. The climatic havoc from this geologically sudden event also would have spurred the biological innovations seen in the Cambrian. And he was prominent among a group of scientists who in the 1990s and 2000s argued that magnetic crystals in a famous martian meteorite, Allan Hills 84001, were fossilized signs of life on the Red Planet. Although the significance of Allan Hills 84001 remains controversial, the idea that life leaves behind magnetofossils is an active area of research on Earth.

“He’s not afraid to go out on a limb,” says Kenneth Lohmann, a neurobiologist who studies magnetoreception in lobsters and sea turtles at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. “He’s been right about some things and not right about other things.”

It’s part of our evolutionary history. Magnetoreception may be the primal sense.

Joe Kirschvink, geophysicist at the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena

In support of his hypotheses, Kirschvink has gathered rocks from all over the world: South Africa, China, Morocco, and Australia. But looking for magnets in animals—and humans—in his windowless subbasement lab has remained an abiding obsession. Just ask his first-born son, who arrived in 1984, as Kirschvink and his wife—Atsuko Kobayashi, a Japanese structural biologist—published the discovery of magnetite in the sinus tissue of yellowfin tuna. At Kirschvink’s suggestion, they named him Jiseki: magnet stone, or magnetite.

Kirschvink, 62, could never decide between geology and biology. He remembers the day in 1972 when, as an undergraduate at Caltech, he realized that the two were intertwined. A professor held the tongue plate of a chiton, a type of mollusk, and dragged it around with a bar magnet. Its teeth were capped with magnetite. “That blew me away,” recalls Kirschvink, who still keeps the tongue plate on his desk. “Magnetite is typically something that geologists expect in igneous rocks. To find it in an animal is a biochemical anomaly.”

For many years, scientists thought chitons had evolved a way to synthesize magnetite simply because the hard mineral makes for a good, strong tooth. But in 1975, Richard Blakemore at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution in Massachusetts suggested that in certain bacteria, magnetite is a magnetic sensor. Studying bacteria from Cape Cod marsh muds, Blakemore found that when he moved a small magnet around his glass slides, the bacteria would rush toward the magnet. Looking closer, he found that the microbes harbored chains of magnetite crystals that forced the cells to align with the lines of Earth’s own magnetic field, which in Massachusetts dip down into the ground at 70°, toward the North Pole. Many bacteria search randomly for the right balance of oxygen and nutrients, utilizing a motion called “tumble and run.” But as swimming compass needles, Blakemore’s bacteria knew up-mud from down-mud. They could surf this gradient more efficiently and would swim downward along it whenever the mud was disturbed. These bacterial magnetoreceptors are still the only ones scientists have definitively located and studied. To Kirschvink, their presence indicates that magnetoreception is ancient, perhaps predating Earth’s first eukaryotic cells, which are thought to have evolved nearly 2 billion years ago after a host cell captured free-living bacteria that became the cell’s energy-producing mitochondria. “I’m suggesting that the original mitochondria were magnetic bacteria,” Kirschvink says, which could mean that all eukaryotes have a potential magnetic sense.

Reading about Blakemore’s work, Kirschvink wondered which way magnetic bacteria swim in the Southern Hemisphere: northward like the Massachusetts microbes, or southward toward their own pole, or in some other direction? He flew to Australia to search stream beds for Blakemore’s antipodal counterparts. They were most abundant in a sewage treatment pond near Canberra. “I just went with a magnet and hand lens,” he says. “They’re all over the place.” Sure enough, they swam down toward the South Pole. They had evolved south-seeking magnetite chains.

By then, Kirschvink was a postdoc at Princeton University, working with biologist James Gould. He had also graduated up the food chain of animals. In 1978, he and Gould found magnetite in the abdomen of honey bees. Then, in 1979, in the heads of pigeons. Unbeknownst to Kirschvink, across the Atlantic Ocean a young, charismatic University of Manchester, U.K., biologist named Robin Baker was setting his sights on the magnetic capabilities of larger, more sophisticated animals: British students. In a series of experiments, he gathered blindfolded students from a “home” point onto a Sherpa minibus, took them on a tortuous route into the countryside, and asked them the compass direction of home. In Science in 1980, Baker reported something uncanny: The students could almost always point in the quadrant of home. When they wore a bar magnet in the elastic of their blindfolds, that pointing skill was thwarted, whereas controls who wore a brass bar still had what appeared to be a magnetic sense.

In later variations, Baker claimed to find a human compass sense in “walkabout” experiments, in which subjects pointed home after being led on a twisty route; and “chair” experiments, in which they were asked for cardinal directions after being spun around. Baker performed some of his experiments for live television, and he announced some of his results prior to peer review in books and popular science magazines—a flair for the dramatic that rubbed other academics the wrong way.

In an email, Baker says there was a “base hostility” among his U.S. counterparts. Kirschvink and Gould were among the skeptics. In 1981, they invited Baker to Princeton for a chance to perform the experiments, one whistle stop on a reproducibility tour of several U.S. campuses in the Northeast. At Princeton and elsewhere, the replication efforts failed. After Baker claimed in a 1983 Nature paper that human sinus bones were magnetic, Kirschvink showed that the results were due to contamination. In 1985, Kirschvink failed to replicate a version of the chair experiment.

Although the Manchester experiments cast a pall over human magnetoreception, Kirschvink quietly took up Baker’s mantle, pursuing human experiments on the side for 30 years. He never gave up running students through a gauntlet of magnetic coils and experimental protocols. “The irritating thing was, [our] experiments were not negative,” he says. “But from day to day, we couldn’t reproduce them.”

Now, with a $900,000 grant from the Human Frontier Science Program, Kirschvink; Shinsuke Shimojo, a Caltech psychophysicist and EEG expert; and Ayumu Matani, a neuroengineer at the University of Tokyo, are making their best effort ever to test Baker’s claims.

Baker finds it ironic that his onetime antagonist is now leading the charge for human magnetoreception. “Joe is probably in a better position to do this than most,” he writes. As for whether he thinks his results still indicate something real, Baker says there is “not a shadow of doubt in my mind: Humans can detect and use the Earth’s magnetic field.”

Center of attraction

Researchers are testing humans for a subconscious magnetic sense by putting them in a dark metal box and applying magnetic fields.

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Next door to Kirschvink’s magnetics lab is the room where he tests his human subjects. In it is a box of thin aluminum siding, known as a Faraday cage, just big enough to hold the test subject. Its role is to screen out electromagnetic noise—from computers, elevators, even radio broadcasts—that might confound the experiment. “The Faraday cage is key,” Kirschvink says. “It wasn’t until the last few years, after we put the damned Faraday shield in, that we went, ‘Wait a minute.’”

Kirschvink added it after an experiment led by one of Winklhofer’s Oldenburg colleagues, Henrik Mouritsen, showed that electromagnetic noise prevents European robins from orienting magnetically. The stray fields would probably affect any human compass, Kirschvink says, and the noise is most disruptive in a band that overlaps with AM radio broadcasts. That could explain why Baker’s experiments succeeded in Manchester, which at the time did not have strong AM radio stations. The U.S. Northeast, however, did, which could explain why scientists there couldn’t replicate the findings.

In the current setup, the Faraday cage is lined with squares of wire coils, called Merritt coils. Electricity pulsed through the coils induces a uniform magnetic field running through the center of the box. Because the coils are arranged in three perpendicular directions, the experimenters can control the orientation of the field. A fluxgate magnetometer to check field strength dangles above a wooden chair that has had all of its iron-containing parts replaced with nonmagnetic brass screws and aluminum brackets.

Kirschvink, Shimojo, and Matani’s idea is to apply a rotating magnetic field, similar in strength to Earth’s, and to check EEG recordings for a response in the brain. Finding one would not reveal the magneto-receptors themselves, but it would prove that such a sense exists, with no need to interpret often-ambiguous human behavior. “It’s a really fantastic idea,” Winklhofer says. “I’m wondering why nobody has tried it before.”

The experiments began at the end of 2014. Kirschvink was human subject No. 1. No. 19 is Matsuda, on loan from Matani’s lab, which is replicating the experiment in Tokyo with a similar setup. Matsuda signs a consent form and is led into the box by the technician, who carries the EEG wires like the train of a wedding veil. “Are we ready to start?” the technician asks, after plugging in the electrodes. Matsuda nods grimly. “All right, I’ll shut the box.” He lowers the flap of aluminum, turns off the lights, and shuts the door. Piped into the box is Kirschvink’s nasal, raspy voice. “Don’t fall asleep,” he says.

Matsuda will sit in the box for an hour in total blackness while an automated program runs through eight different tests. In half of them, a magnetic field roughly as strong as Earth’s rotates slowly around the subject’s head. In the others, the Merritt coils are set to cancel out the induced field so that only Earth’s natural magnetism is at work. These tests are randomized so that neither experimenter nor subject knows which is which.

Every few years, the Royal Institute of Navigation (RIN) in the United Kingdom holds a conference that draws just about every researcher in the field of animal navigation. Conferences from years past have dwelt on navigation by the sun, moon, or stars—or by sound and smell. But at this year’s meeting, in April at Royal Holloway, University of London, magnetoreception dominated the agenda. Evidence was presented for magnetoreception in cockroaches and poison frogs. Peter Hore, a physical chemist at the University of Oxford in the United Kingdom, presented work showing how the quantum behavior of the cryptochrome system could make it more precise than laboratory experiments had suggested. Can Xie, a biophysicist from Peking University, pressed his controversial claim that, in the retina of fruit flies, he had found a complex of magnetic iron structures, surrounded by cryptochrome proteins, that was the long-sought magnetoreceptor.

Then, in the last talk of the first day, Kirschvink took the podium to deliver his potentially groundbreaking news. It was a small sample—just two dozen human subjects—but his basement apparatus had yielded a consistent, repeatable effect. When the magnetic field was rotated counterclockwise—the equivalent of the subject looking to the right—there was sharp drop in α waves. The suppression of α waves, in the EEG world, is associated with brain processing: A set of neurons were firing in response to the magnetic field, the only changing variable. The neural response was delayed by a few hundred milliseconds, and Kirschvink says the lag suggests an active brain response. A magnetic field can induce electric currents in the brain that could mimic an EEG signal—but they would show up immediately.

Kirschvink also found a signal when the applied field yawed into the floor, as if the subject had looked up. He does not understand why the α wave signal occurred with up-down and counterclockwise changes, but not the opposite, although he takes it as a sign of the polarity of the human magnetic compass. “My talk went *really* well,” he wrote jubilantly in an email afterwards. “Nailed it. Humans have functioning magnetoreceptors.”

Others at the talk had a guarded response: amazing, if true. “It’s the kind of thing that’s hard to evaluate from a 12-minute talk,” Lohmann says. “The devil’s always in the details.” Hore says: “Joe’s a very smart man and a very careful experimenter. He wouldn’t have talked about this at the RIN if he wasn’t pretty convinced he was right. And you can’t say that about every scientist in this area.”

Two months later, in June, Kirschvink is in Japan, crunching data and hammering out experimental differences with Matani’s group. “Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit hole, that’s what it feels like,” he says. Matani is using a similarly shielded setup, except his cage and coils are smaller—just big enough to encompass the heads of subjects, who must lie on their backs. Yet this team, too, is starting to see repeatable EEG effects. “It’s absolutely reproducible, even in Tokyo,” Kirschvink says. “The doors are opening.”

Kirschvink’s lifelong quest seems to be on the cusp of resolution, but it also feels like a beginning. A colleague in New Zealand says he is ready to replicate the experiment in the Southern Hemisphere, and Kirschvink wants money for a traveling Faraday cage that he could take to the magnetic equator. There are papers to write, and new subjects to recruit. Just as Baker’s results ricocheted through the research community for years, Kirschvink knows that the path toward getting his idea accepted is long, and uphill.

But he relishes the thought of showing, once and for all, that there is something that connects the iPhone in his pocket—the electromagnetic laws that drive devices and define modernity—to something deep inside him, and the tree of life. “It’s part of our evolutionary history. Magnetoreception may be the primal sense.”

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Footprints in the Canyon…

THIS IS NOT A GAME…

-So tread lightly...




In reality,

those sun-bleached, naked bones down there, are no victims of random happenstance.

Truth be told,

they belong there,

resting silently amongst the barren rocks,

seemingly

without reason; without cause, nor present, living claim to mankind.

…A testiment to man’s,

utter inability

of leaving,

even a slim shred,

of ‘his’ world untread, untoutouched,

and wholly unmolested, beneath the heavy hand of

an ever-escalating,

Unweilding,

human expansionism.

His hunger is perpetually unsatisfied, paying no mind, oblivious to any a personally inflicted, crippling strains upon the mother, which gave him birth, and a place to grow.

Distant as it may seem,

at least from this place,

even here,

‘their’ world

ultimately holds dominion, over all corners of this uniquely living planet.

Yet, there it lie,

the truth told on swirling,

canyon winds,

piled & scattered evidence;

Trapped within,

A cold & broken skeleton…



B.m. StriX

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The Demagogue’s Son.

He rubbed his weary eyes with one hand, as he forced his body upwards, from the comfort of his bed with the other. After emitting a hushed groan, partially on the basis of the simple physical exertion, and partially due to the overwhelming darkness plaguing his tired mind; he looked around.

A lavishly decorated room presented itself before him.

The chamber held many signs, hinting at the presence of great wealth, full of priceless vases, ottomans, heirlooms, & armchairs; with a large intricately embroidered desk looming at the other end of the space, and portraits of dead nobles lining the walls on either side.

The man’s eyes drooped back down just a slight bit, for a moment, only to pop, almost wide open, and slip across the landscape around his bed, surveying the scene; which, he thought, stood by any means, exquisitely furnished, with a wide vaulted ceiling hanging above his head, and a brilliantly colored Persian rug beneath.

He knew it well.

This beautiful bedchamber was one which held many memories. Indeed, as was true with most places one called home, some of these mental recollections were simply grand, so warm, and ultimately inviting for the soul to revisit, that it seemed easy to get oneself lost inside of their happy confounds; then again, there were also those, which only brought pain upon his typically ironclad heart.

It was the home, which he knew as his own. Yet, the aforementioned was not only just his current place of residence. These lavish quarters, were, in fact, the very home, which he had been raised in, at least throughout his earliest years of existence. It was also the same structure which his father had lived in before him, a man wielding a particularly powerful influence on his sons.

In life, and even now, years and years after his death.

The sins of the father now hung over the man sitting alone in the morning twilight upon his bed, sins which had come to grow into monsters with the passing of years. Monsters, living eternally, all around him, usually remaining in a light slumber throughout the daylight hours, as they were, nocturnal for the most part. Monsters, that survived by feeding off of the darkest recesses of his soul; creatures which, at least for the last five years now, had threatened to consume him whole, evermore incessantly.

Yet; they had not.

…not yet.

He had never wished for his father’s power, and for a long while there was ultimately no reason to fear it’s corrupting weight; the very same load that now pressed down heavily upon the weary shoulders of his soul.

The power of his father, at least as it was processed & understood within the man’s own mind; had been acquired through sinful means, solidified in blood, and held-down by remorseless repression.

In the early years of the powerful son’s life, and then on up throughout his adolescence, the man had, in his own, essentially utterly useless, futile manner, fought with that power, constantly rebelling against his father’s orders. This was a father, like others, which brought his work home with him. The man was truly as much of an authoritarian . In many ways, although vastly different in the scope of things, he had been a victim of his father’s repressions nonetheless, along with the rest of those subjected to much more sinister, and physical, reprisals felt a sense of in years before, drenched his still-developing, young life with the expectations of his paternal master, to become his own. Never, had he, even back then, in those youthful years, viewed his father’s role as one which he wanted, or even held the ability, for that matter, to play himself. It is true perhaps, that he had undeniably held the man in great esteem, even admired his strength and the fear which surrounded it.

In retrospect, he felt this feeling of respect, was, all things concerned, only natural for a young son, regardless of the father’s status, occupation, or general disposition. It was the in the aftermath of his father’s passing, and his own consequent ascent to power, that the painful monsters languished.

He rubbed his sandy eyes one last time, then stretched out his arms in a very human, time-to-wake-up kind of way, and finally readjusted his body, to address the glowing light of an open laptop, highlighted against a backdrop, contrasted by the stark dimness of the room…

At times, this in fact being one of them, tired & weary of his inner frustration, tired of fighting against the tides of happenstance, of the cards whuch we are all dealt, seemingly at random, wave after wave, even if not openly; he concluded that at the root of his own concious torment, as indeed that of any other concious individual, be it the President or the pauper, the same melancholic answer presented itself.

We are but pawns of a destiny, one, which ultimately is granted at birth, and though some will, through Destiny’s tricky sister Fate, be blessed with potential to break from the solid chains of circumstance, even fewer shall be strong & wise enough to reach that Nirvana upon the mountaintop of existance to sit in complete peace at the core, utterely content.

As for the rest of us,

There is a natural tide of torment we must-come to terms with,

if indeed life stands worth living,

and simply carry on,

…once more into the breach.

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A Hundred of the ALL-TIME GREATEST Opening Lines from the Global Literary Archives throughout History…

So…

…in our high-paced, social media crazed, modern society; there is truly little time,

or perhaps,

even any real demand,

for the brilliant life lessons explored by

the literary masters

 of times long past.

This, it seems to me at least, is undeniably detrimental to humanity at large.  The incredible treasures found within the work of Hemmingway, Fitzgerald, Vonnegutt,

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Call me Ishmael.

—Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)


2.





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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)

3.



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 “A screamingcomes across the sky.”

—Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow (1973)

4.


“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”

—Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)

5.



“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)

6.


“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

—Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)

7.

“riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”

—James Joyce, Finnegans Wake (1939)

8.


“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

—George Orwell, 1984 (1949)

9.


“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

it was the age of Image result for A Tale of Two Citieswisdom,

it was the age of foolishness,

it was the epoch of belief,

it was the epoch of incredulity,

it was the season of Light,

it was the season of Darkness,

it was the spring of hope,

it was the winter of despair.”

—Charles Dickens,

A Tale of Two Cities (1859)



10.






“I am an invisible man.”

—Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man(1952)



11.


“The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard.”

—Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts(1933)



12.

“You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.”

—Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)

13.


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—Franz Kafka, The Trial (1925; trans. Breon Mitchell)

14.



You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino’s new novel, If on a winter’s night a traveler.”

—Italo Calvino, If on a winter’s night a traveler(1979; trans. William Weaver)


15.


“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”

—Samuel Beckett, Murphy(1938)


16.


“If you really want to hear about it,

the first thing you’ll probably want to know

is where I was born,

and what my lousy childhood was like,

and how my parents were occupied

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and all that David Copperfield kind of crap,

but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”

—J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)


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17.

“Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.”

—James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916)



18.

“This is the saddest story I have ever heard.”

—Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)



19.

I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me.

—Laurence Sterne, Tristram Shandy (1759–1767)



20.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

—Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850)



21.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

—James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)



22.

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. —Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)



23.

One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary.\

—Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 (1966)

24.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

—Paul Auster, City of Glass (1985)

25.

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

—William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)

26. 124 was spiteful. —Toni Morrison, Beloved (1987)

27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. —Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605; trans. Edith Grossman)

28. Mother died today. —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert)

29. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. —Ha Jin, Waiting (1999)

30. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

31. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (1864; trans. Michael R. Katz)

32. Where now? Who now? When now? —Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953; trans. Patrick Bowles)

33. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. “Stop!” cried the groaning old man at last, “Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree.” —Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans (1925)

34. In a sense, I am Jacob Horner. —John Barth, The End of the Road (1958)

35. It was like so, but wasn’t. —Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2 (1995)

36. —Money . . . in a voice that rustled. —William Gaddis, J R (1975)

37. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. —Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (1925)

38. All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)

39. They shoot the white girl first. —Toni Morrison, Paradise (1998)

40. For a long time, I went to bed early. —Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (1913; trans. Lydia Davis)

41. The moment one learns English, complications set in. —Felipe Alfau, Chromos (1990)

42. Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature. —Anita Brookner, The Debut (1981)

43. I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane; —Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)

44. Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

45. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. —Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)

46. Ages ago, Alex, Allen and Alva arrived at Antibes, and Alva allowing all, allowing anyone, against Alex’s admonition, against Allen’s angry assertion: another African amusement . . . anyhow, as all argued, an awesome African army assembled and arduously advanced against an African anthill, assiduously annihilating ant after ant, and afterward, Alex astonishingly accuses Albert as also accepting Africa’s antipodal ant annexation. —Walter Abish, Alphabetical Africa (1974)

47. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. —C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)

48. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. —Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)

49. It was the day my grandmother exploded. —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)

50. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

—Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)


51.

“Elmer Gantry

was drunk…”

—Sinclair Lewis, Elmer Gantry (1927)


52.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

—Louise Erdrich, Tracks (1988)

53.
It was a pleasure to burn. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

54. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. —Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (1951)

55. Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes’ chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. —Flann O’Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)

56. I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho’ not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call’d me. —Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe (1719)

57. In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. —David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress (1988)

58. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
—George Eliot, Middlemarch (1872)

59.

It was love at first sight.

—Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)

60. What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings? —Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things (1971)

61. I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. —W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge (1944)

62.Image result for Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.—Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)

63.


“The human race, to which so many of my readers belong,

has been playing at children’s games from the beginning,

and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.”

—G. K. Chesterton, The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904)


64.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

65.

“You better not never tell nobody but God.”

—Alice Walker, The Color Purple(1982)


66.

“To be born again,” sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, “first you have to die.”

—Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)

67. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

68. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden. —David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System (1987)


69.

“If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.”

—Saul Bellow, Herzog(1964)

70. Francis Marion Tarwater’s uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Saviour at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up.

—Flannery O’Connor, The Violent Bear it Away (1960)


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—GŸnter Grass, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)


72. When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson. —Stanley Elkin, The Dick Gibson Show (1971)

73. Hiram Clegg, together with his wife Emma and four friends of the faith from Randolph Junction, were summoned by the Spirit and Mrs. Clara Collins, widow of the beloved Nazarene preacher Ely Collins, to West Condon on the weekend of the eighteenth and nineteenth of April, there to await the End of the World. —Robert Coover, The Origin of the Brunists (1966)


74.

“She waited, Kate Croy,

for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably,

and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel,

a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away

without sight of him.”

—Henry James, The Wings of the Dove (1902)



75.

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—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)

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—Donald J. Trump, A Tweet (2015)




76.

“Take my camel, dear,”

said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass.”

—Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond(1956)


77.

He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. —Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)

78. The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. —L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)

79. On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. —Russell Hoban, Riddley Walker (1980)

80. Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law. —William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (1994)

81. Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash. —J. G. Ballard, Crash (1973)

82. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

83. “When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets,” Papa would say, “she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.” —Katherine Dunn, Geek Love (1983)

84. In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point. —John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor (1960)

85. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. —James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss (1978)

86. It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. —William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust (1948)

87. I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot,” or “That Claudius,” or “Claudius the Stammerer,” or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius,” am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled. —Robert Graves, I, Claudius (1934)

88. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I’ve come to learn, is women. —Charles Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)

89. I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. —Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March (1953)

90. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. —Sinclair Lewis, Babbitt (1922)

91. I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl’s underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self. —John Hawkes, Second Skin (1964)

92. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. —Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche (1921)

93.


“Psychics can see the color of time it’s blue.”

—Ronald Sukenick, Blown Away (1986)


94.

“In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together.”

—Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)


95.

“Once upon a time two or three weeks ago, a rather stubborn and determined middle-aged man decided to record for posterity, exactly as it happened, word by word and step by step, the story of another man for indeed what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal, a somewhat paranoiac fellow unmarried, unattached, and quite irresponsible, who had decided to lock himself in a room a furnished room with a private bath, cooking facilities, a bed, a table, and at least one chair, in New York City, for a year 365 days to be precise, to write the story of another person—a shy young man about of 19 years oldImage result for Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing—who, after the war the Second World War, had come to America the land of opportunities from France under the sponsorship of his uncle—a journalist, fluent in five languages—who himself had come to America from Europe Poland it seems, though this was not clearly established sometime during the war after a series of rather gruesome adventures, and who, at the end of the war, wrote to the father his cousin by marriage of the young man whom he considered as a nephew, curious to know if he the father and his family had survived the German occupation, and indeed was deeply saddened to learn, in a letter from the young man—a long and touching letter written in English, not by the young man, however, who did not know a damn word of English, but by a good friend of his who had studied English in school—that his parents both his father and mother and his two sisters one older and the other younger than he had been deported they were Jewish to a German concentration camp Auschwitz probably and never returned, no doubt having been exterminated deliberately X * X * X * X, and that, therefore, the young man who was now an orphan, a displaced person, who, during the war, had managed to escape deportation by working very hard on a farm in Southern France, would be happy and grateful to be given the opportunity to come to America that great country he had heard so much about and yet knew so little about to start a new life, possibly go to school, learn a trade, and become a good, loyal citizen.”

—Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing(1971)


96.

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.

—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (1988)

97.

He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

—Virginia Woolf, Orlando (1928)

98.

High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour.

—David Lodge, Changing Places (1975)

99.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

—Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (1966)




             

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 The Red Badge of Courage(1895)






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