Mesmeric, starkly entrancing performances by Gary Numan. And: the 1984 version, by which time he’s all but carried off on the shoulders of an adoring populace, not a drop of his unique artistry being spilled all the while.

Down in the park where the machmen
Meet the machines and play Kill by Numbers
Down in the park with a friend called Five
I was in a car crash or was it the war?
But I’ve never been quite the same
Little white lies like I was there

Come to Zom-Zom’s, a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans trying to run
Oh look, there’s a rape machine
I’d go outside if it’d look the other way
You wouldn’t believe the things they do

Down in the park
Where the chant is death, death, death
Until sun cries morning
Down in the park with friends of mine
We are not lovers, we are not romantics
We are here to serve you
A different face but the words never change

Gary Numan gives stunningly dramatic, provocative performances of one of his most elusive, ceremonial, cryptic compositions.

Wignall and Benton defined Lazarus taxon as, ‘At times of biotic crisis many taxa go extinct, but others only temporarily disappeared from the fossil record, often for intervals measured in millions of years, before reappearing unchanged’.     

Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul’s immensity;
 Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read’st the eternal deep,
Haunted forever by the eternal Mind…

…that you may see with what fearless strength Holbein delineates even the most delicate folds of the veil on the head, and of the light muslin on the shoulders, giving them delicacy, not by the thinness of his line, but by its exquisite veracity.

Ruskin. Hume.

In short, delicacy of taste has the same effect as delicacy of passion: It enlarges the sphere both of our happiness and misery, and makes us sensible to pains as well as pleasures, which escape the rest of mankind.

Wordsworth.

Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
          Thy soul’s immensity;
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read’st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind.

Boltzmann and Entropy.

…nonequilibrium velocity distributions (groups of molecules moving at the same speed and in the same direction) would become increasingly disordered leading to a final state of macroscopic uniformity and maximum microscopic disorder or the state of maximum entropy (where the macroscopic uniformity corresponds to the obliteration of all field potentials or gradients)…

But…it will all work itself out, no?

This optimistic coda to the idea of the dying universe becomes somewhat muted when one attempts to estimate the timeline which will probably elapse before it spontaneously occurs. ∰∰∰.

{from: Ruskin’s collected; Hume on aesthetics; Wikipedia}

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