The Best Devs Quotes

Stewart: The box contains us. The box contains everything. And inside the box there's another box, ad infinitum, ad nauseam... uh-oh.

Stewart: You're the fucking era that doesn't know. Your era doesn't know shit. All so fucking political. All so woke. But you don't know shit about history. You don't know shit about art. You don't know shit about music. So you don't know shit about politics. So, you're not woke. You're comatose.

Stewart: I work all day and get half drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time, the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what's always really there: unresting death. The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse, the good not done, the love not given, time torn off unused. But at the total emptiness forever, the sure extinction that we travel to, and shall be lost in always. Not to be here, not to be anywhere, and soon. Nothing more terrible, nothing more true. This is a special way of being afraid. No trick dispels. Religion used to try, that vast moth-eaten musical brocade, created to pretend we never die. And specious stuff that says no rational being can fear a thing it will not feel. Not seeing that this is what we fear, no sight, no sound, no touch or taste or smell. Nothing to think with, nothing to love or link with, the anesthetic from which none come round. And so it stays just on the edge of vision, a small unfocused blur, a standing chill that slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things will never happen. This one will.

Forest: The universe is deterministic. It's godless and neutral and defined only by physical laws. The marble rolls because it was pushed. The man eats because he's hungry. An effect is always the result of a prior cause. The life we lead with all its apparent chaos is actually, a life on tramlines, prescribed, un-deviated, deterministic... . We fall into an illusion of free will because the tramlines are invisible and we feel so certain about our subjective state, Our feelings, our opinions, judgments, decisions.

Stewart: The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Forest: I took nothing from you. I can't take what you never had. The sense that you are participating in life was only ever an illusion. Life is just something we watch on a fold, like pictures on a screen.