Kurt Bell

A life of courage, joy and independence.

Insignificance

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I’d like to be forgotten in the Daggett cemetery.


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Society fools us into thinking the universe actually gives a damn.


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My true purpose is no more than that of a creosote bush. I take up space, consume resources, attempt to outcompete my neighbor, make a few more like me, and then die and dissolve to nothing.


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No vista compares with the apprehension of Deep Time.


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The place I have in mind for Friday’s desert hike is like a long swim to a deep water island.


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The harvest of a solitary desert hike is an empty, quiet mind; devoid of reflection, ambition or want. The longer away the more still the motive, and more lasting.


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The vast landscape of my own ignorance is like a depth of night beyond the glow of a campfire, where the darkness only deepens with the added light of knowledge, and my meager fuel will soon be spent, with no hint or promise of dawn.


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The principle I cherish and hold most dear is the default assumption that I am wrong.


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After the last sun has died, and every black hole has evaporated to energy, all that will be left is time. What a strange and curious non-conclusion. It’s like the universe story ends in a sentence without punctuation


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My past decades trail like a crumbling, mouldering succession of ages. How true my current age.


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At age fifty individual life appears like a sinking ship without lifeboats. Why bother scrambling about the decks when there’s pleasant company to chat with, moonlight on the calm, chill water and the band plays on.


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“Omniscient” really is a silly word. Who could claim to know even what they didn’t know?


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Ignorance should outpace knowledge


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I have a distant memory of the nothing before, which is a match for my anticipation of the nothing beyond.


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Life is so much more interesting when viewed from the perspective of centuries, millennia and eons than mere days, years and decades.


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My mind is buoyed
Upon a churning sea of ephemera
Soon to be swallowed
And lost in the depths
Of universal whimsy


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To continue…
Is the base purpose of Life
To prolong…
Whatever this is
For whatever reason

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