Nnvsnu the Tsrungh stayed with me, however.Poor fool, I thought, stuck down there in the blughole of the universe, ceaselessly spinning his mind like a prayer wheel as he transmitted the mothercode.Late that night I realised that he himself was ignorant about the mothercode ;he span his mind because the pressures of the ultimate deep forced him to do , and through the centrifuge of his consciousness flung out, unknown to him, the numinosities and nexialities that were the frail but constant web of the universe.... - "The Medusa Frequency"- by Russel Hoban.
Go ahead and read it.It's a really funny book.
It ain't pretty, when the pretty leaves you, No where to go, no where to hide. I need the peach you bite. Don't ask me why. My head just might fall off.
Nnvsnu the Tsrungh stayed with me, however.Poor fool, I thought,
stuck down there in the blughole of the universe, ceaselessly spinning his mind like a prayer wheel as he transmitted the mothercode.Late that night I realised that he himself was ignorant about the mothercode ;he span his mind because the pressures of the ultimate deep forced him to do , and through the centrifuge of his consciousness flung out, unknown to him, the numinosities and nexialities that were the frail but constant web of the universe.... - "The Medusa Frequency"- by
Russel Hoban.
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