In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Just started Russia Against Napoleon, by Dominic Lieven, a professor of Russian History from Loki's alma mata LSE. Next on the list after that is a very dry book I'm not sure I'll be able to get through, on the political economies of the Union and Confederacy in the US Civil War, and how they effected US economic development through WWI-II. Yankee Leviathan. Its thesis that the growth of the national government was driven by post-war seperatist tendencies in the South, and it arrested the development of social welfare policies through the industrialzing period is just a fascinating position.
Last night as I lay in bed, looking up at the stars, I thought, “Where the hell is my ceiling?"