reallykindasorta@slrpnk.net to Casual Conversation @lemm.eeEnglish · 23 hours agoWhat do you think is the most stable place to root your identity? Hobbies? Family? History? Philosophy? Friends? How do you define yourself to yourself?message-squaremessage-square21fedilinkarrow-up132arrow-down10
arrow-up132arrow-down1message-squareWhat do you think is the most stable place to root your identity? Hobbies? Family? History? Philosophy? Friends? How do you define yourself to yourself?reallykindasorta@slrpnk.net to Casual Conversation @lemm.eeEnglish · 23 hours agomessage-square21fedilink
minus-squareleftzero@lemmynsfw.comlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up3·8 hours ago Granny Weatherwax looked out at the multi-layered, silvery world. “Where am I?” INSIDE THE MIRROR. “Am I dead?” THE ANSWER TO THAT, said Death, IS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NO AND YES. Esme turned, and a billion figures turned with her. “When can I get out?” WHEN YOU FIND THE ONE THAT’S REAL. “Is this a trick question?” NO. Granny looked down at herself. “This one,” she said. — Sir Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
minus-squareGodric@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up1·2 hours agoI’ve always appreciated how death talks in all caps in Discworld. Gives it this booming, powerful sense.
— Sir Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
I’ve always appreciated how death talks in all caps in Discworld. Gives it this booming, powerful sense.