“We Earth Men Have A Talent For Ruining Big, Beautiful Things.”

"Can you oppose the forces that see that people die just when they are supposed to die - not too soon, not too late?"

Fred Humiston (1902-1976) - Illustration for Ray Bradbury's 'The Scythe'

(Weird Tales - July 1943)

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

 Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

raw vegetable hours

this poll is for things that you would conceivably eat on its own, with your hands, e.g., a plate of only carrots + dip. don't submit something like lettuce or something else that's just part of a salad because if you are just eating a bowl of lettuce and dressing with your bare hands you are lying

See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Sunsets are loved because they vanish.

-- Ray Bradbury

(Cluj, Romania)

Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime. 

~Ray Bradbury (Book: Fahrenheit 451)

[Philo Thoughts]

“So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.”

— Ray Bradbury, “Zen in the Art of Writing”

2 unusual editions of Bradbury’s ‘Fahrenheit 451’.

“I’ll hold on to the world tight some day. I’ve got one finger on it now; that’s a beginning.”

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451