Copernicus Speaks on Politics
“There was no mathematical precision to it, just a method to the madness, a knitted up string unwound, a voyeuristic pleasure, to the predictability of it all. And for him, it was the only pleasure he knew. He was lonely, and suffered the worst loneliness that ever was – the kind in which you don’t even know that you are all alone. In a maelstrom of the unpredictable, it was his responsibility to eliminate chance, the whimsical tentacles of coincidence. He was Constant.”
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The helium lamp in the room blinked to the sound of a soda pop’s fizz. The threat of a resolute darkness had been sounded, but for now its steady hum had returned, and it glowed resiliently.
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