I'll be playing Gears of War and watching the Superbad trailer over and over again.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YCcagk26siA

But then with Oparin you have an analogy doing the brute force work of uniting living and dead -- two exclusive categories which if united would cease to be meaningful. The crumbling earth here is from the shoddiness of his logic, opposing biology and physics, as if human categorization was somehow deeply reflective of the nature of being. Experience B is all supposition, so there's no particular constraint (or worth) in comparison -- he might as well say that when knowledge about living and dead things unites it'll be like a jello dish with pineapple in it.

And then again, Hegel, though here the earth is crumbling because it's so obviously an intellectual construct, a dirt that hinders the luminescence of spirit. (How delightful it would be, really, if there were nothing between us and the light of the sun?) The level of abstraction acts against the employ of the crumbling earth analogy; it's simply poetic speech without poetic rigor, a manipulative institution of the apparently real to provide contrast for the transcendent majesty of spirit. This perspective is simple assertion -- it pretends to link the metaphysical and physical, but only to undermine the physical. Spirit, naturally, doesn't crumble.

Reading translations is like eating a photograph of bread.

He reads them, but he's very careful when and where he replies. Besides, why should he actually care what we have to say? He's like Bush. He's in his own little world.