It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately - the object seemed incidental to this will to give ourselves away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging-into. Flight from exactly what? These rooms, blandly filled with excrement and heat? To what purpose? This was why they started us here so young: to give ourselves away before the age when the questions “why” and “to what” grow real beaks and claws. It was kind, in a way.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via autobibliography)

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.

Carl Sagan
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photojojo:

Every state in the US has a few laws that, to us in 2014, seem to make no sense at all. 

Photographer Olivia Locher put together a hilarious series that pokes fun at some of these ridiculous laws that are still on the books.

Photos Depict The U.S.’s Most Ridiculous Laws

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these are the two most reasonable they could have chosen, then