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“some poems froth
and foam and rise...

out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“The only thing you must do, flesh-child, is die. The rest is but a trick of light in the foam on the waves.”
― Rue, An Average Curse

“The history of the own that is grasped on too small a scale and the foreign that is treated too badly reaches an end at the moment when a global co-immunity structure is born, with a respectful inclusion of individual cultures, particular interests and local solidarities. This structure would take on planetary dimensions at the moment when the earth spanned by networks and built over by foams, was conceived as the own, and the previously dominant exploitative excess as the foreign. With this turn, the concretely universal would become operational. The helpless whole is transformed into a unity capable of being protected. A romanticism of brotherliness is replaced by a cooperative logic. Humanity becomes a political concept. Its members are no longer travellers on the ship of fools that is abstract universalism, but workers on the consistently concrete and discrete project of a global immune design. Although communism was a conglomeration of a few correct ideas and many wrong ones, its reasonable part - the understanding that shared life interests of the highest order can only be realized within a horizon of universal co-operative asceticisms - will have to assert itself anew sooner or later. It presses for a macrostructure of global immunizations : co-immunism.”
― Sloterdijk, Je moet je leven veranderen

“Vanessa was clearly enjoying the bath. Her brown hair flowed around her in slippery wet ringlets that very much brought to mind the arms and legs of a squid. Great quantities of bubbles and foam towered over the top of the tub and spilled out onto the floor, slowly dripping down like the slimy egg sac of a moon snail.
Vanessa was splashing and talking to herself and playing in the bath almost like a child. Ariel remembered, with heat, when she had been in that bath, and was introduced to the wonders of foam that wasn't just the leavings of dead merfolk. The whole experience had been marvelous and strange. Imagine the humans, kings of the Dry World, keeping bubbles of water around to bathe and play in. There was no equivalent under the sea; no one made "air pools" for fun and cleanliness.”
― Liz Braswell, Part of Your World

“Many people report reduced back problems when sleeping on memory foam.”
― Steven Magee, Hypoxia, Mental Illness & Chronic Fatigue

“In the foam worlds, however, no bubble can be expanded into an absolutely centered, all-encompassing, amphiscopic org; no central light penetrates the entire foam in its dynamic murkiness. Hence the ethics of the decentered, small and middle-sized bubbles in the world foam includes the effort to move about in an unprecedentedly spacious world with an unprecedentedly modest circumspection; in the foam, discrete and polyvalent games of reason must develop that learn to live with a shimmering diversity of perspectives , and dispense with the illusion of the one lordly point of view. Most roads do not lead to Rome-that is the situation, European: recognize it.”
― Peter Sloterdijk, Bubbles: Spheres I

“Juan 8:32 â€�...y la verdad los hará libres”
― Katherine Siegfried

“One day the joy you deserve will foam into life”
― Neil Mach, The Patternmaker and the Tide

“Many behold the ocean but only a few know the language of waves, their story of surge and stillness, while they rise and roll-- form, and foam, opening to the world the story of ages. Only a few can sense God speaking through the waves...only a few can see the disguised carriers of divine messages on earth.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee