The skies will open

Thurston Moore shouting to people on the streets from a window

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Einstein on telepathy

«I close these expositions, which have grown rather lengthy, concerning the interpretation of quantum theory with the reproduction of a brief conversation which I had with an important theoretical physicist.

He: “I am inclined to believe in telepathy.”

I: “This has probably more to do with physics than with psychology….”

He: “Yes.”»

Albert Einstein, from “Albert Einstein: Philosopher-Scientist”, Cambridge University Press, 1949.

Descartes had a limited mind

«Experience has taught me that those who are utterly Cartesian are scarcely capable of discovery; they merely take on the role of interpreters of or commentators on their master, as the Scholastic philosophers did with Aristotle. And of the many wonderful discoveries since Descartes, I do not know of any which comes from a true Cartesian. (…)

Descartes himself had a rather limited mind. He excelled in speculations over all men, but discovered nothing useful for the life which falls under the senses and which serves in the practice of the arts. All his meditations were either too abstract, such as his metaphysics and geometry, or too fanciful, such as his principles of natural philosophy. (…)

Nevertheless I recognize that what Descartes said about the magnet, the ebb and flow of the sea, and meteors, is utterly ingenious, and surpasses everything the ancients said about these things.»

– Leibniz, Letter on Cartesianism, 1679.

E esqueces essa canção

«Monotone

Antes de saíres para o trabalho,
arrumas à pressa o dia anterior
para debaixo da cama.
Antes de saíres para o trabalho
guardas o coração ainda adormecido
bem dentro do teu corpo.

E esqueces essa canção
que já não passa na rádio
mas que vive secretamente dentro de ti.
Fechas a porta à chave com duas voltas e sais.
Os teus passos na escada fria soam ligeiros e apagam-se.

Parada junto à passadeira,
protegida num gesto ledo
fixas o olhar na sombra dos carros que passam.
Esperas pelo sábado,
pelo feriado e as suas pontes,
pelas férias para ouvires as tuas canções.
Sentes-te longe, silenciosa de luz.

E esqueces essa canção
que já não passa na rádio
mas que vive secretamente dentro de ti.
Fechas a porta à chave com duas voltas e sais.
Os teus passos na escada fria soam ligeiros e apagam-se.»

– A Naifa, “3 Minutos Antes da Maré Encher” (2006). Letra de João Miguel Queirós.