/lit/ - Literature

>The theory which I am urging admits a greater ultimate mystery and a deeper ignorance. The past and the future meet and mingle in the ill-defined present. The passage of nature which is only another name for the creative force of existence has no narrow ledge of definite instantaneous present within which to operate. Its operative presence which is now urging nature forward must be sought for throughout the whole, in the remotest past as well as in the narrowest breadth of any present duration. Perhaps also in the unrealised future. Perhaps also in the future which might be as well as the actual future which will be. It is impossible to meditate on time and the mystery of the creative passage of nature without an overwhelming emotion at the limitations of human intelligence.

so basically just this. we no longer know what we are Revolutionizing. such is life after marx. hyperspace is just a cooler place to be, and land doesn't have an exclusive purchase on it either. he knows the back alleys and where the monsters lurk but there is more going on than neo-china arriving from the future, turing cops, or break-outs of schizolupics from the bin.