jrvmajesty:

“WE’RE SO FAMILIAR WITH WRITTEN LANGUAGE THAT WE SOMETIMES FORGET HOW OUTLANDISH A CONCEPT IT MUST HAVE SEEMED TO OUR ANCESTORS. WRITING ALLOWED PEOPLE TO COPY AND TRANSFER THEIR THOUGHTS AND THEIR TRIBAL CODES OF CONDUCT TO OTHERS, EVEN UNTO GENERATIONS THEY THEMSELVES WOULD NOT LIVE TO PERSONALLY INSTRUCT, AFFECT OR CONTROL. THE WORDS THEMSELVES MUST HAVE SEEMED ALIVE AND IMMORTAL AND AS “HOLY” AS GHOSTS. WRITTEN LAW WAS THUS A WAY OF MASTERING TIME AND INFLUENCING THE FUTURE, A WEAPON GREATER THAN FIRE AND STEEL, I HOPE YOU’LL AGREE. WHEN READ, THE WRITTEN WORD MADE THE HEAD BUZZ AND RING AND FILL UP WITH VOICES AND COMMANDS FROM NOWHERE, AS IF GOD HIMSELF HAD COME THUNDERING DOWN THROUGH THE SYMBOLS, OFF THE PAGE AND INTO THE ROOM, FERTILISING AND IMPREGNATING THE MIND WITH HIS GHOSTLY, UNMISTAKABLE PRESENCE.” -GRANT MORRISON

jrvmajesty:

“WE’RE SO FAMILIAR WITH WRITTEN LANGUAGE THAT WE SOMETIMES FORGET HOW OUTLANDISH A CONCEPT IT MUST HAVE SEEMED TO OUR ANCESTORS. WRITING ALLOWED PEOPLE TO COPY AND TRANSFER THEIR THOUGHTS AND THEIR TRIBAL CODES OF CONDUCT TO OTHERS, EVEN UNTO GENERATIONS THEY THEMSELVES WOULD NOT LIVE TO PERSONALLY INSTRUCT, AFFECT OR CONTROL. THE WORDS THEMSELVES MUST HAVE SEEMED ALIVE AND IMMORTAL AND AS “HOLY” AS GHOSTS. WRITTEN LAW WAS THUS A WAY OF MASTERING TIME AND INFLUENCING THE FUTURE, A WEAPON GREATER THAN FIRE AND STEEL, I HOPE YOU’LL AGREE. WHEN READ, THE WRITTEN WORD MADE THE HEAD BUZZ AND RING AND FILL UP WITH VOICES AND COMMANDS FROM NOWHERE, AS IF GOD HIMSELF HAD COME THUNDERING DOWN THROUGH THE SYMBOLS, OFF THE PAGE AND INTO THE ROOM, FERTILISING AND IMPREGNATING THE MIND WITH HIS GHOSTLY, UNMISTAKABLE PRESENCE.” -GRANT MORRISON

jrvmajesty:

"Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are." — Grant Morrison

jrvmajesty:

"Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are." 
— Grant Morrison

You wonder why the children of America are so obsessed with death? You wonder why rock groups that look like corpses and zombie comic-book heroes are so goddamn popular here? It’s just the same way your Victorians loved their tombs and seances and murders. The American Empire is dead and does not know it.

Grant Morrison - (Comic: The Invisibles)