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The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The subtle Alchemist that in a Trice
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.
Man is an amphibian who lives simultaneously in two worlds-the given and the home-made, the world of matter, life and consciousness and the world of symbols.
iconoclastically.
Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.
Does a metamorphosis begin from the outside in? Or from the inside out?
I am a collector of hopes and peregrine truths, a shepherd of thoughts, ideas, projects and dreams too important not to be realized. I'm an abstract concept that has no body, no smell, no boundaries, no shape and no color. I am the omnilogos.
Maker - their word for worm,
Thus is Man that great and true Amphibium, whose nature is disposed to live, not onely like other creatures in divers elements, but in divided and distinguished worlds: for though there be but one to sense, there are two to reason, the one visible, the other invisible.
These then are tales of metamorphosis, brought about by neurological chance, but metamorphosis into alternative states of being, other forms of life, no less human for being so different.
The word 'monster' [monstrum] derives from 'demonstrare,' meaning to show or to demonstrate. Heresy and evolutionary change are thus mere intrusions into a homogenous perception of reality. My vocation, I decided, would be to make my life an example.
But of what?
We can shape-shift whenever we like."
She made a face. "You mean all those hideous stories are true? Rats and bats and slimy worm things?"
"Now, why would I want to be a slimy worm thing?" He was openly laughing. The sound startled him; he couldn't remember laughing aloud.
So, I became a chameleon ... [a]nd after a while I hardly knew what I really felt and thought because I became so good at adapting.
Write me a creature that thinks as well as a man or better than a man, but not like a man.
I was ready for huge transformation, emerging from the chrysalis, like the butterfly, a true metamorphosis, alive in all my beauty.
For Metafiction, in its ascendant and most important phases, was really nothing more than a single-order expansion of its own great theoretical nemisis, Realism: if realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see.
What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
An ancient predator walks amongst us. He is neither man nor animal. He is the by passer of evolution, a blight on creationism, and the nightmare of man given form.
There are men from whom nature or some peculiar destiny has removed the cover beneath which we hide our own madness. They are likethin-skinned insects whose visible play of muscles seem to make them deformed, though in fact, everything soon turns to its normal shape again.
Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful
When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
I'm a monster, I'm a maven,
I know this world is changin'.
Never gave in, never gave up,
I'm the only thing I'm afraid of.
But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness.
Who is the monster now?
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
I've had a great metamorphosis in my life. I struggled for a number of years because I was identified with that image of the Seventies.
Lunar. Cyborg. Fugitive. Outlaw. Outcast.
I'm a chameleon, so changeable. I see myself as a gadfly and a questioner.
A process which led from the amoeba to man appeared to the philosophers to be obviously a progress though whether the amoeba would agree with this opinion is not known.
The other hand neither was he a man, nor any sapient proteinoid of the glutinous-albuminous variety. The head was round and plump, with red cheeks, but for eyes it had two penny whistles, and for ears it had thuribles, which gave off a thick cloud of incense. He was dressed
Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.
I'd rather be this walking metamorphosis than having that old formed opinion about everything.
Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.
The world of art is not a world of immortality but of metamorphosis.
Seeing is metamorphosis, not mechanism.
Oh, I'm sure we could talk them into letting us in for nothing," Marco said. "Just tell them
we're Animorphs."
"Tell them we're what?" Rachel asked.
"Idiot teenagers with a death wish," Marco said.
"Animorphs." I tried the word out. It sounded okay.
I become a chameleon for wherever I am.
Salamander: Originally a reptile inhabiting fire; later, an anthropomorphous immortal, but still a pyrophile. Salamanders are now believed to be extinct, the last one of which we have an account having been seen in Carcassonne by the Abbe Belloc, who exorcised it with a bucket of holy water.
I do not evolve, I AM.
I have stopped finding fault with creation and have learned to accept it. We have some power in us that knows its own ends. It is that which drives us on to what we must finally become ... This is the true meaning of transformation. This is the real metamorphosis.
Eventually I saw that the path of the heart requires a full gesture, a degree of abandon that can be terrifying. Only then is it possible to achieve a sparkling metamorphosis.
I'm a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everyone says so."
The Minotaur glanced up at her. "So are we all, dear," said the Minotaur kindly. "The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.
Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then.
The transformation scene, where man is becoming insect and insect has become at least man and beyond that - a flying, godlike, shimmering, diaphanous, beautiful creature.
[This legendary Amazonian substance is] a cybernetic transdimentional medium of some sort that is generated out of the mysteries of the physiology of the human body.
Amphibians - the word comes from the Greek meaning 'double life.
With regard to philosophical metaphysics, I always see increasing numbers who have attained to the negative goal, but as yet few who climb a few rungs backwards; one ought to look out, perhaps, over the last steps of the ladder, but not try to stand upon them.
Caught Beauty , held to light, now apes A good, now evil, thing the shifting sign And spectrum of archaic, psychic shapes.
Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,
Loyal to my image.
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Mass Man, the universal psychopath, is born when the individual ego is weakened to the point at which it loses separate identity and is forced, for security, to merge with the mass.
lagophthalmos - a
You either evolve or dissolve.
prestidigitator,
Rhinoceros The Leader The Future is in Eggs or It Takes all Sorts to Make a World
At the heart of my metaphysic there is the ultimate question and at the heart of the universe there is the ultimate questioner.
The mineral world is a much more supple and mobile world than could be imagined by the science of the ancients. Vaguely analogous to the metamorphoses of living creatures, there occurs in the most solid rocks, as we now know, perpetual transformation of a mineral species.
Metaprograms are programs that manipulate themselves or other programs as data.
The pursuit of autonomous metaphysics is idolatry.
I am I, with all the individuality of an earthworm. After a rain, who knows the unique pink worm by the twist of its elastic segments. Only the guts of the worm know. And it is nothing to crush the yellow liquid intestines under a casual heel.
Maktub - (It is written)
- Paul Coelho, The Alchemist
Discovered it had an emergency back-up personality
The infinitely strong made weak by my mess.
Wait," Wes says. "Are you to imply that our dear Chameleon is once again having premonitions by way of pottery?"
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me reptilian names," I say.
"Would you prefer it if I called you a freak?
I grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.
I become the transparent eyeball...
Metaphysics is the study of how to shift the self. How to get outside the self-reflection and to just gaze with awe and wonder at the countless universes, the countless celestial radiances of mind, of life, of enlightenment, nirvana, or God, whatever you want to call it.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
A man.
A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.
What a Chimera is man! What a novelty, a monster, a chaos, a contradiction, a prodigy! Judge of all things, an imbecile worm; depository of truth, and sewer of error and doubt; the glory and refuse of the universe.
SCORPIUS: Always.
The clothes you wear are a metamorphosis. They change you from the outside in.
What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.
This is Detective Miller. He died when Eros hit Venus and now he's a puppet of the protomolecule."
"Semi-autonomous," the alien said.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise.
Morpheus laughs. " 'Mutated.' The word you're looking for is evolved , luv. He has shed his monkey mortal state and donned the robes of netherling immortality. That's a step up, not a step down."
The daringly explicit absurdity of the evolutionary process - its unstoppable, messy, painful, indifferent knocking on random doors - is, arguably, precisely how a malevolent architect devoted to maintaining His anonymity would go about His business, painting Creation with impenetrable naturalism.
I think like the species I am studying, whatever it is. If I am watching a lizard, I become the lizard. Gazing ath the water at a pike, I become the pike.
A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!
Movement implies development and not evolution (C.F.D. Moule)."
~R. Alan Woods [2013]
The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god ...
a creature of impulse.
I think that a new kind of replicator has recently emerged on this very planet. It is staring us in the face. It is still in its infancy, still drfiting clumsily about in its primeval soup, but already it is achieving evolutionary change at a rate which leaves the old gene panting far behind.
The Komodo Dragon
He calls it speleogenesis by elephants - the creation of a cave by elephants.
I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
I like challenges and I definitely would like to be more of a chameleon.
I am become a transparent eyeball ...
Transformation can come in the mysterious guise of shape-shifting, or through a simple change of mind
Evolve...or Die...
Old age transfigures or fossilizes.
Because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly
Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.
Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.
Could any symbol be any more appropriate of the ambiguity of human transformation? What mushroom is it that grows at the end of history? Is it Stropharia cubensis, or is it the creation of Edward Teller? This is an unresolved problem.
Fucking pyromanic, Crazier'n a male crab, that one.
He is a messenger from Slothrop's innocent, pre-octopus past.
Metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct; but to find these reasons is no less an instinct.
Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.
You, right this minute, stand at the growing tip of evolution. The next thing you think, the next action you take, will either create a new possibility for you, or it will repeat the past.
We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos. - In fact, the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.