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| <p>Walt Whitman, ''Leaves of Grass'', [Whi, 88]</p> | | <p>Walt Whitman, ''Leaves of Grass'', [Whi, 88]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ==Back to the Beginning : Some Exemplary Universes== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>I would have preferred to be enveloped in words,<br> |
| + | borne way beyond all possible beginnings.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Michel Foucault, ''The Discourse on Language'', [Fou, 215]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ===A One-Dimensional Universe=== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>There was never any more inception than there is now,<br> |
| + | Nor any more youth or age than there is now;<br> |
| + | And will never be any more perfection than there is now,<br> |
| + | Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, [Whi, 28]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>The clock indicates the moment . . . . but what does<br> |
| + | eternity indicate?</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Walt Whitman, 'Leaves of Grass', [Whi, 79]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ===Example 1. A Square Rigging=== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>Urge and urge and urge,<br> |
| + | Always the procreant urge of the world.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Walt Whitman, ''Leaves of Grass'', [Whi, 28]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ===Back to the Feature=== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful<br> |
| + | green stuff woven.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Walt Whitman, ''Leaves of Grass'', [Whi, 31]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ===Tacit Extensions=== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>I would really like to have slipped imperceptibly into this lecture, as into all the others I shall be delivering, perhaps over the years ahead.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Michel Foucault, ''The Discourse on Language'', [Fou, 215]</p> |
| + | </blockquote> |
| + | |
| + | ===Example 2. Drives and Their Vicissitudes=== |
| + | |
| + | <blockquote> |
| + | <p>I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems,<br> |
| + | And all I see, multiplied as high as I can cipher, edge but<br> |
| + | the rim of the farther systems.</p> |
| + | |
| + | <p>Walt Whitman, ''Leaves of Grass'', [Whi, 81]</p> |
| </blockquote> | | </blockquote> |