set up day 1

day_1/design_session/1.txt

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+And that's how I discovered the secret. That elusive ingredient, that spark that is the breath of life. It yes, I have that knowledge. I hold the secret to life.

day_1/design_session/10.txt

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+I know it sounds crazy, but my husband – he knows Quentin. He brought me to Sicily and then he left, so he could have an alibi. And then these gays – they take me off to Palermo and then they set me up with this guy who's in the mafia and he's coming here I think to try to throw me off the boat!

day_1/design_session/2.txt

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+10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck. Hang on a second. Wow, does it feel good to be out of there. I'm telling you, nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen. Hi. Where you from? What's your name?

day_1/design_session/3.txt

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+And then it was like I hated everything that went along with being an actor. Like, getting headshots and, like, going to auditions. I was like, I don’t… I'm not this. I can't do it. I didn't know what I was supposed to look like in a fucking headshot.

day_1/design_session/5.txt

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+So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up outta your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it and stick your head out and yell, I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!
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day_1/design_session/6.txt

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+Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, Dear God, what is that thing? Will echo in your perfect ears. That is what the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish. Wallowing in freakish misery forever.
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day_1/design_session/7.txt

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+At some point in our lives, we realize things are… they're screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again. Wipe the slate clean. Start afresh.
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day_1/design_session/9.txt

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+Listen and understand that terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear. And it absolutely will not stop. Ever!

day_1/snippet_einstein_speaks_1.txt

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-If language is to lead at all to understanding, there must be rules concerning the relations between the signs on the one hand, and on the other hand there must be a stable correspondence between signs and impressions.

day_1/snippet_einstein_speaks_2.txt

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-When language becomes thus partially independent from the background of impression, a greater inner coherence is gained.

day_1/snippet_einstein_speaks_3.txt

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-Only at this further development, where frequent use is made of so-called abstract concepts, language becomes an instrument of reasoning in the true sense of the word.

day_1/snippet_einstein_speaks_4.txt

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-But it is also this development which turns language into a dangerous source of error and deception.

day_1/snippet_einstein_speaks_5.txt

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-What is it that brings about such an intimate connection between language and thinking? Is there no thinking without the use of language?

day_1/snippet_feynman_confusion_1.txt

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-When you're thinking about something you don't understand, you have a terrible, uncomfortable feeling called confusion. It's a very difficult and unhappy business. And so most of the time you're rather unhappy, actually, with this confusion. You can't penetrate this thing.

day_1/snippet_feynman_confusion_2.txt

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-Now, the confusion is because we're all some kind of apes that are kind of stupid, working against this, trying to figure out to put the two sticks together to reach the banana and we can't quite make it, the idea. And I get that feeling all the time that I'm an ape trying to put the two sticks together. So I always feel stupid. Once in a while, though, the sticks go together on me and I reach the banana.

day_1/snippet_feynman_confusion_3.txt

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-And I get that feeling all the time that I'm an ape trying to put the two sticks together. So I always feel stupid. Once in a while, though, the sticks go together on me and I reach the banana.

day_1/snippet_fry_dothey.txt

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-They whip out their sharpies, and take away and add apostrophes from public signs, shake their heads at prepositions which end sentences, and mutter at split infinitives and misspellings. But do they bubble and froth and slobber and cream with joy at language? Do they ever let the tripping of the tips of their tongues against the tops of their teeth transport them to giddy euphoric bliss? Do they ever yoke impossible words together for the sound sex of it? Do they use language to seduce, charm, excite, please, affirm, and tickle those they talk to. Do They?

day_1/snippet_herzog_murder_1.txt

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-To become humble in front of this overwhelming misery and overwhelming fornication, overwhelming growth and overwhelming lack of order. Even the stars up here in the sky look like a mess.

day_1/snippet_herzog_murder_2.txt

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-There is no harmony in the universe. We have to get acquainted to this idea that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it. But when I say this, I say this all full of admiration for the jungle. It is not that I hate it. I love it. I love it very much. But I love it against my better judgment.

day_1/snippet_matrix_oracle.txt

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-And I hate giving good people bad news. No. Don't worry about it. As soon as you step outside that door, you'll start feeling better. You'll remember you don't believe in any of this fake crap. You're in control of your own life. Remember.