"The ravines, however, mock our rational efforts. They are the margins on the edge of the known; not so much the forgotten as the unlearned. The ancient map-makers would label their despair with the words 'Here Be Dragons.' We label ours with something more banal, hoping to render it innocuous."
"Amnesia", Douglas Cooper
"The rain was still streaming in David's window in spite of the towels and newspaper stuffed in the opening, and his bed was damp, so his mother made him a pallet on the living-room floor. And then Kathy had to have one, because she wasn't going to sleep way off there by herself when everybody else was cozily together in the living room."
"David found his pallet rather hard, and the light of the dying fire flaring up every now and then worried him. He kept going over and over in his mind about how stupid he had been to let the map get ruined. Probably he could draw it from memory, but he might have forgotten something vital."
"The Secret of Crossbone Hill", Wilson Gage
"I am told that the present, the 'specious present' of the psychologists, lasts between several seconds and a tiny fraction of a second; that is how long the history of the universe lasts. Or rather, there is no such history, as there is no life of a man, nor even one of his nights; each moment we live exists, not its imaginary aggregate. The universe, the sum of all the events, is a collection that is no less ideal than that of all the horses Shakespeare dreamed - one, many, none? - between 1592 and 1594."
"A New Refutation of Time", Jorge Luis Borges
"Every researcher finds himself first hypnotized and then exasperated by the Artifact's most striking quality: through some freak of clairvoyance, the illusion that emerges from the endless photographs bears an uncanny resemblance to our own nineteenth century, or, more precisely, the years 1835 to 1917. By further miraculous coincidence, the Codex is written largely in what appears to be semiliterate dialects of English and French—although the text often lapses into nonsense."
"What is the meaning of the Artifact? And why did the people of Atlantis go to such lengths in making it? Hope seems to be waning that the riddle will be solved. The answer rests, finally, upon the decipherment of two words, both hopelessly ambiguous, that appear on nearly every page of the Codex. Barring the chance discovery of a Rosetta Stone, we may never understand them, since they defy contextual analysis."
"The first of these is science. And the second is art.
"Digressions on the Photographic Agony", Hollis Frampton