Goodbye, Mr. Vonnegut

Goodbye, Mr. Vonnegut. You shall be missed. At times, knowing people like you were there in the world made up for a lot of other shitty things that happened.

I won’t be too sad though. I’ve known you through your words, and through your words I’ll go through again and again.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

“Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before,” Bokonon tells us. “He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.”

If facts weren’t funny, or scary, or couldn’t make you rich, the heck with them.

I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.

The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.

All of the true things that I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

Your cynicism was a comfort. Sharing it was a kindness. I thank you for that.