Our sentience just cycling through our lives like carts on a track. And that little girl and that little boy, they're gonna be in that room again, and again, and again. INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: You ever heard of something called membrane theory, detectives? Matter in a super-position, every place it ever occupied. COHLE: And how many times have we had this conversation, detectives?
EXT - HOSPITAL, night COHLE: I shouldn't even fucking be here, Marty. That everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again. COHLE: It's like, in this universe, we process time linearly. But outside of our space-time, from what would be a fourth-dimensional perspective, time wouldn't exist. We'd see -- COHLE: Our space-time would look flattened, like a single sculpture. INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: So death created time to grow the things that it would kill. But into the same life that you've always been born into. umsonst poppen Bielefeld O.): In eternity where there is no time, nothing can grow, nothing can become, nothing changes. And that is the terrible and secret fate of all life. Now there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. O.): You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read em. INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: They welcomed it. But right there in the last instant it's an unmistakable relief. They know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual. The truth will out, everybody sees once the strings are cut off all down. O.): These still bodies so certain that they were more than the sum of their urges. INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: ...collision, desire, ignorance. This is what I mean when I'm talking about time, and death, and futility. O.): ..was never anything but a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will.
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HART: Well what do you got the cross for in your apartment? COHLE: I’d consider myself a realist, but in philosophical terms I’m what’s called a pessimist. COHLE: I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. Nature created an aspect separated from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. COHLE: We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self. HART: I guess your judgement is infallible, piece of shit-wise. There's gene deep certainty that things will be different. Today, what we’re into now, do me a courtesy ok, I’m not trying to convert you. HART: *laughs* let me tell you, you ain’t great outside of parties either. The real answer is that it’s obviously my programming. And I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe, just to get through the goddamn day? INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: See we've all got what I call a life trap. Whatever the fuck those two fucking empty jars to hold this shit storm... Text Formatting Plugins creates panel with tabs that you define in a config file. You just need to put /u XXXX, where XXXX is UTF8 symbol code. Tab consists of a header (tab name), page, and background image(s). To diplay double quote (") in text use two single quotes ('). COHLE: There was a moment, I know when I was under in the darkness, something, whatever I'd been reduced to -- y'know not even conscious, just a sense of vague awareness in the dark.
And beneath that darkness there's another kind, it was deeper. EXT - OUTDOOR CHURCH COHLE: What do you think the average IQ of this group is? I see a propensity for obesity, poverty, a yen for fairy tales. INT - INTERROGATION ROOM 2012 COHLE: The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, that’s what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. Now 14 straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. See, 'cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time... I think it's safe to say no one here's gonna be splitting the atom, Marty. HART: Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? Folks putting what few bucks they do have in a little wicker basket that's being passed around. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it’s such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn’t it?