Poem from Before Sunrise

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I'm a delusion angel / I'm a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don't want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we're going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river/ Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I carry you / You'll carry me / That's how it could be / Don't you know me? / Don't you know me by now?

From Before Sunrise

I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.

From Waking Life

A self-destructive man feels completely alienated, utterly alone.

He's an outsider to the human community.

He thinks to himself, "I must be insane."

What he fails to realize is that society has, just as he does,

a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes.

These wars, famines, floods and quakes meet well-defined needs.

Man wants chaos.

In fact, he's gotta have it.

Depression, strife, riots, murder, all this dread.

We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgiastic state...

created out of death and destruction.

It's in all of us. We revel in it.

Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things,

painting them up as great human tragedies.

But we all know the function of the media has never been...

to eliminate the evils of the world, no.

Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them.

The powers that be want us to be passive observers.

Hey, you got a match?

And they haven't given us any other options...

outside the occasional, purely symbolic,

participatory act of voting.

You want the puppet on the right or the puppet on the left?

I feel that the time has come to project my own...

inadequacies and dissatisfactions...

into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes,

Let my own lack of a voice be heard.

Schools should be palaces.

Education is the silver bullet. Education is everything. We don't need little changes. We need gigantic revolutionary changes. Schools should be palaces. Competition for the best teachers should be fierce. They should be getting six-figure salaries. Schools should be incredibly expensive for government and absolutely free of charge for its citizens, just like national defense. That is my position. I just haven't figured out how to do it yet.

--Sam Seaborn, fictional character from sci-fi/fantasy TV show The West Wing.

1 Corinthians 13

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Ezekial 25:17

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee