Take A Ride

Anthony Bourdain   (via thatkindofwoman)

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szecki:

Director Vance,

Spending time with your team has been enlightening to say the least. In clinical terms, they’re a disaster, but their selfless dysfunction is ultimately why it works. It’s clear to me we all react to life’s challenges in different ways. Your people are no exception. Some fight death and some embrace it’s solace. Some recognize their fate and some do whatever is necessary to alter it. Sometimes we defy other’s expectations and occasionally we rise to meet them, but the constant is being true to ourselves. We do what we have to, when we have to. We react for better or worse. It’s why your team succeeds, but be careful, eventually it might catch up to you.

A man walks into a bar and asks the bar tender for a glass of water. 

The bar tender pulls out a shot gun… 

Dr. Rachel Cranston’s letter.

“A Man Walks Into A Bar” - Season 8, Episode 14. 

“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. 

Amen.”

- Aaron Freeman

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“When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground.”

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thewesleychan:

A simple little world.

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pantheonbooks:

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”

- Franz Kafka

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