lundi, avril 12, 2004
Joker moves amongst elves in a primate's guise. He peers down at a pair of strange hands, strokes a cheek he doesn't know, clasps his brow and knows that within lies the haunting riddle of the self, the soul's plasma, the jelly of cognition. Closer to the essence of things he will never come. He has a vague notion that he must be a transplanted brain. Therefore he is no longer himself.
Maya - Jostein Gaarder
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Joker moves amongst elves in a primate's guise. He peers down at a pair of strange hands, strokes a cheek he doesn't know, clasps his brow and knows that within lies the haunting riddle of the self, the soul's plasma, the jelly of cognition. Closer to the essence of things he will never come. He has a vague notion that he must be a transplanted brain. Therefore he is no longer himself.
Maya - Jostein Gaarder
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