Consciousness," according to current scientific thought, was something the higher mammals had evolved in order to help them reproduce, much the way a garden slug secretes slime. It had no special ontological status. The "self" was a genetically modulated and biologically useful illusion.
Robert Charles Wilson
Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth.It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.
You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.
So, let's make a deal: If you do not voice all the withering comments about the weight or uselessness of this jacket that are no doubt swirling in that big brain of yours, then I will not mention the super-laser episode again. Agreed?" This jacket is really cutting into my shoulders, thought Artemis. And it's so heavy that I could not outrun a slug. But he said, "Agreed.
At least you got Soda. I ain't got nobody.' 'Shoot, ' I said, startled out of my misery, 'you got the whole gang. Dally didn't slug you tonight cause you're the pet. I mean, golly, Johnny, you got the whole gang.' 'It ain't the same as having your own folks care about you, ' Johnny said simply. 'it just ain't the same.
Either we have an immortal soul, or we have not. If we have not, we are beasts,--the first and the wisest of beasts, it may be, but still true beasts. We shall only differ in degree and not in kind,--just as the elephant differs from the slug. But by the concession of the materialists of all the schools, or almost all, we are not of the same kind as beasts, and this also we say from our own consciousness. Therefore, methinks, it must be the possession of the soul within us that makes the difference.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Forget the garden rake. Remember that time you dived over the desk at that guy in moot court? Had him by the throat in two seconds flat, that's what I heard." "You heard wrong." "And they suspended you for how long?" Antonia innocently asked. "A day. And I apologized. Actually I crawled like a slug and ate dirt, " Bree said ruefully. "But that was years ago, and have I pulled a stunt like that again? No, I have not.
Disgust relies on moral obtuseness. It is possible to view another human being as a slimy slug or a piece of revolting trash only if one has never made a serious good-faith attempt to see the world through that person's eyes or to experience that person's feelings. Disgust imputes to the other a subhuman nature. How, by contrast, do we ever become able to see one another as human? Only through the exercise of imagination.
Martha C. Nussbaum
I don't really get philosophical, but I believe that nice people are strong and usually in my horror stories, I don't like to write about the old standard where some rotten guy gets chased by a mean spirit that gets him in the end.I'd rather write about nice people that are menaced from outside by some sort of evil power and who sort of slug it out.
I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.
We get these questions a lot from the enterprising young. It's a very intelligent question: You look at some old guy who's rich and you ask, 'How can I become like you, except faster?' Spend each day trying to be a little wiser than you were when you woke up. Discharge your duties faithfully and well. Step by step you get ahead, but not necessarily in fast spurts. But you build discipline by preparing for fast spurts... Slug it out one inch at a time, day by day, at the end of the day -- if you live long enough -- most people get what they deserve.
NIGGAS TAKE THEY LIFE LIKE SPILLIN A GLASS OF MILK BESTS TO TAKE YO SHIT MORE SERIOUS OR YOU'LL GET KILLED CAUSE DOWN SOUTH WE BOUT DRAMA NIGGA WE BOUT DANGER WHEN YOU HERE MY SHIT CLICK CLICK THAT SEND DEADLY MISSLES IN THE CHAMBER AIN'T NO STUDIO IN ME G GENUINE MY BOY LIL SHAWN TO A SLUG IN HIS SPINE THAT WAS MINE IF TIME COULD REWIND I WOULD'VE TOOK IT DEATH IN MY FACE I WOULD'VE LOOKED IT I WOULD'VE SHOOKED IT I'M FROM THE HOOD SO I PAY MY RESPECT MY NIGGA CLAY TOOK A FUCKING BULLET IN HIS NECK WE AIN'T FOUND THE KILLER YET BUT I BET WE BE RIDIN ON SOME NIGGA SET SOON SWEEPIN UP SHIT LIKE A BROOM READY TO KILL MORE NIGGAZ THAN PLATOON, IT'S DOOM
Kane And Able
And I Said To My Soul, Be Loud Madden me back to an afternoon I carry in me not like a wound but like a will against a wound Give me again enough man to be the child choosing my own annihilations To make of this severed limb a wand to conjure a weapon to shatter dark matter of the dirt daubers' nests galaxies of glass Whacking glints bash-dancing on the cellar's fire I am the sound the sun would make if the sun could make a sound and the gasp of rot stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death is me O my life my war in a jar I shake you and shake you and may the best ant win For I am come a whirlwind of wasted things and I will ride this tantrum back to God until my fixed self, my fluorescent self my grief-nibbling, unbewildered, wall-to-wall self withers in me like a salted slug
In the fall he picked up his phone one afternoon to hear Grandma Lynn. 'Jack, ' my grandmother announced, 'I am thinking of coming to stay.' My father was silent, but the line was riddled with his hesitation. 'I would like to make myself available to you and the children. I've been knocking around in this mausoleum long enough.' 'Lynn, we're just beginning to start over again, ' he stammered. Still, he couldn't depend on Nate's mother to watch Buckley forever. Four months after my mother left, her temporary absence was beginning to take on the feel of permanence. My grandmother insisted. I watched her resist the remaining slug of vodka in her glass. 'I will contain my drinking until'- she thought hard here- 'after five o'clock, and, ' she said, ' what the hell, I'll stop altogether if you should find it necessary.' 'Do you know what you're saying?' My grandmother felt a clarity from her phone hand down to her pump-encased feet. 'Yes, I do. I think' It was only after he got off the phone that he let himself wonder, Where will we PUT her? It was obvious to everyone. ~pgs 213-214; Grandma Lynn and Jack;
I'M ON MY LAND SLED, WALKIN THROUGH THE BELLY OF THE BEATS FEELIN LIKE I'M ALL OUT, DRUNK AS CAN BE IT'S PLAIN TO SEE, THAT WE MOBB NIGGAZ HIDIN' IN BUSHES CLAIMIN THAT THEY RIDE ROUGH, BUT THEY SOFT AS THEY CUSHION THEY SOFTER THAN BITCHES IN THE WORST WAY, DROWNIN IN BLOOD OUTLAWZ MY BLOOD BROTHERS, I'D DIE FOR THESE THUGGS SAY HI TO THIS SLUG, IT'S A SHAME HOW SOME NIGGAZ ON THE WEST COAST WAS RIDIN WITH PAC, BUT WHEN HE DIED, THEY WENT POP I'M ON THE JERS TO THE FULLEST, LIKE SOME WEST COAST LOVE BUT AFTER PAC STOPPED RAPPIN, IT AIN'T NO WEST COAST THUG JUST WESTCOAST WHAT?TO MY REAL NIGGAZ STUCK IN THE STREET GAME CAUSE RAPPERS LIKE JAY-Z BE PUMPIN KOOL-AID THROUGH THEY VEINS IS IT TRUE WHAT I'M SAYIN?SLAP YOUR SOFT ASS TO THE FLOOR AND WATCH MY FO-FO PUT PEEK HOLES THROUGH YOUR DOOR I RIDE OR DIE, BUT THESE OTHER FAG NIGGAZ BE BITIN THIS IT'S ALL FROM MY HEART WHEN I WAS WRITIN THIS ALL OUT
2Pac F/ Outlawz
it is not much' I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown but simply couldn't bear the others carrying my body down three flights of stairs to the round mouths of curious biddies; the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on; and it will happen to others, and our few good times will be rare because we have a critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter; small gnats crawl our screen but we see through to a wasted landscape and let them have their moment; we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams. I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for light, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.
I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown but simply couldn't bear the others carrying my body down three flights of stairs to the round mouths of curious biddies; the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on; and it will happen to others, and our few good times will be rare because we have a critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter; small gnats crawl our screen but we see through to a wasted landscape and let them have their moment; we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams. I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for light, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.
I'M GOIN ALL OUT KID NO TURNBACKS YOU COULD TRY TO FRONT, GET SMOKED AND THAT'S THAT LYRIC ASSASSIN, DRESSED IN BLACK BUGGIN SIXTEEN SHOTS TO YOUR MUG, FROM A SLUG THEN I GO TO WAR IN A CONRETE JUNGLE, MAKE THE PUNT CAUSE NIGGAZ ACT FUNNY, AND FUMBLE BUT I RELAX, COUNT MY SHELLS, A LOT OF HEADS GOTTA FLY NIGGAZ STAY STRAPPED, ARMED TO DIE TIME FOR JET-BLACK TIM BOOT, FLOWIN WHA-SU GOD GET HIM, HIT EM WITH THE NINE TROOP NO QUESTION, CHA-CHA-BLOW IN THE SESSION BLOODSHOT IN THAT DIRECTION, CYPHER *BELL RINGS* 'TACK YOU LIKE CHESS MOVES BEST MOVE YO, YEAH, YO THE BOARDS, YOUR ASS 'TACK, 'TACK, 'TACK, UH! *BELL RINGS* 'TACK THE BOARDS LIKE CHESS MOVES BEST MOVE AT RAE THROUGH, COMIN AT YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN CREW LIVE DIRECT, YEAH YOU BETTER STEP GUNSHOTS RING ON THE SET, LET'S JET MOTIVATE, TO THE GATE WITH SOME QUICK HIGH RAE STAY FLY, AND ROB YOUR ISLE AIRWAVES, YO BEHAVE NOW YOU'RE A SLAVE WITH THE BOOTS THAT PAVED THE WAY *BELL RINGS THREE TIMES* AHH SHIT!
Method Man F/ Raekwon