#machine

I can see the green light I can see it in your eyes ↗

— Florence Welch

#over-the-love #love

De machine is niet bestreden, maar opgenomen, met een ereplaats, in de komende maatschappij: om de machine nog te beheersen, zal de mens van zichzelf een machine maken, maar hij doet het met trots, en hij noemt dát 'de menselijke waardigheid ↗

— E. du Perron

#men

But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers. ↗

— Lewis Hyde

#culture #machines #money #poetry #money

The human brain has the unique ability to doubt the reality presented to itself. To comprehend the dissonance between ideas and the truth of the surrounding world. God knows this, and it infuriates him. It terrifies him. ↗

— Autumn Christian

#atheism #god #humanity #religion #the-crooked-god-machine

Religion has accepted and almost “Christianized” the machine, and it is dying from this, whether through absurdity and hypocrisy, as in the past, or through capitulation and suicide, as today. It is as if there were only two sins, unbelief and unchastity; the machine is neither an unbeliever nor is it unchaste; therefore one may sprinkle it with holy water in good conscience. ↗

— Frithjof Schuon

#industrialism #machine #religion #religion

For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #time #love

There's green eyes in my eyes And a lover on my mind And I sing from the piano Tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you ↗

— Florence Welch

#over-the-love #the-great-gatsby #love

They were all machines, he thought, just like La Mettrie had said in L'Homme Machine all those years ago. So he, Orphan, was a machine of flesh and blood, and Lucy, now, was made of something else, more complex perhaps- but they were the same and... They were in love. Sometimes that was enough. ↗

— Lavie Tidhar

#machines #steampunk #love

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#modernity #nostalgia #men

Heredity provides for the modification of its own machinery. ↗

— James Mark Baldwin

#machinery #modification #own #provides