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Mercutio’s Speech on Queen Mab – W. Shakespeare

October 8, 2008

“O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Over men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film,
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid;
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—”


The Zero of Nothing’s Beauty

July 30, 2008

We start, then, with nothing, pure zero.
But this is not the nothing of negation.
For not means other than, and other
is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second.

As such it implies a first;
while the present pure zero
is prior to every first. The nothing
of negation is the nothing of death,
which comes second to, or after,

But this pure zero is the nothing
of not having been born.
There is no individual thing,
no compulsion, outward nor inward,
no law. It is the germinal nothing,
in which the whole universe is involved
or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely
undefined and unlimited possibility — boundless possibility.

There is no compulsion and no law.
It is boundless freedom.

Charles S. Peirce, “Logic of Events” (1898)


Theory of the 2nd Best Swordsman

January 9, 2008

A Quote From Mark Twain:

“The best swordsman in the world doesn’t need to fear the second-best
swordsman; no, the person for him to be afraid of is some ignorant
antagonist who has never had a sword in his hand before; he doesn’t do
the thing he ought to do, and so the expert isn’t prepared for him.”


A Summary of Genius.

December 26, 2007

Dylan once told Mick Jagger: ‘The difference between us is that I could have written “Satisfaction” and you couldn’t have written “Mr. Tambourine man”.’