The nouvelle Utopia

Internet and books, they call it the victory of the first, while their army is divided in some Never-Betters, the Better-Nevers, and the Ever-Wasers.
The Never-Betters believe that we’re on the brink of a new utopia, where information will be free and democratic, news will be made from the bottom up, love will reign, and cookies will bake themselves.
The Better-Nevers think that we would have been better off if the whole thing had never happened. If you still have that private space of books and magazines, some morning when you're allowed to be late of anything and only slowly drinking coffee, keep it. Keep it that way. In some years, it will be an old habit, a ritual of the fairy tales.
The Ever-Wasers insist that at any moment in modernity something like this is going on. Some new kind of organization and structure of our lives is always thrilling to some and chilling to others. Well, what can one say, where's one hopes, one's head, what about one's heart? What seems more like home nowadays talking about reading lifestyle? Talking about it, what is it more, the story or the Information.

To extend, all this in this great utopic New Yorker article right here.

living within

never doubt how characters live by themselves in their own fairytale. via bookstorecouture

Bach created the Chaconne

The desire to be perfect will be accompanied by the desire of understanding of what perfection is. Sau poate ca daca as parcurge mai multe pagini din John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding as explora mai multe dimensiuni ale unei intrebari relativ simbolice pentru ceea ce vad si percep intr-un orizont limitat de subiectiv. Opiniile nu vor ajunge la scara cunostintelor dar influenteaza definitoriu ceea ce intrevad ca propria mea realitate. Si atunci, reperele as prefera sa le fixez eu decat sa le urmez pe cele deja marcate de o caravana a timpului.

And the ocean grew from a sunflower seed

"Standing before it, we look out over an immeasurable, fathomless grey sea.
But the moment when you step on it, your relationship to what lies beneath your feet changes. Each crunching footstep merely displaces a thin layer at the top of the pile. Our weight leaves no impression on the millions and millions of seeds beneath our feet."