The Complete First SeasonDVD - 2019 | Widescreen edition
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Come on now! We were all immigrants once. Except Sitting Bull.
Everyone broadcasts at their own frequency. Sometimes it's deafening, you know, like with you. Sometimes it's so faint I can barely hear it. But after years of this, I've heard it all. With him, it's just it's like I was listening to the pain of everyone in this town all at once.
Life used to go in one direction forward, like one of those people-movers at the airport. But somehow I got off it.
Best I can tell, schisma is actually nanoscale turbulences caused by cochlear quantum totalities abrading in parallel. Other ears, other nows. All possible pasts, all possible presents. Schisma is the sound of the universe trying to reconcile them.
Oh, we don't have gallows here, but we do have cable news.
You're Henry Deaver, right?
- Excuse me?
Beloved local preacher opens his home and his heart to poor screw-up orphan. You lure him out to Castle Lake, push him off the rocks bye-bye, Pastor Deaver.
-He died at home, not at the lake.You're Henry Deaver, right? - Excuse me? Beloved local preacher opens his home and his heart to poor screw-up orphan.
You lure him out to Castle Lake, push him off the rocks bye-bye, Pastor Deaver.
He died at home, not at the lake.
MAN ON TV: Six days into the search, authorities are increasingly doubtful that the 11-year-old Deaver boy will be found alive. His father, Matthew Deaver, local reverend at Church of the Incarnation, is recovering from his injuries at home and is in stable condition...
There's no diagnostic test for Alzheimer's. Confirmation's made postmortem by examining the brain for plaques and other hallmarks. ... These things move in one direction. Higher-order functions become more challenging. Your ability to exercise reason and judgment finances, drive a car planning and problem-solving confusion with time and space.
You look at this town, the suffering, you wonder where was God? Maybe the leaflets fell from the sky but you didn't believe them. So I took a drive to the Walmart in Farmington, and I took a walk here in the woods where no one would have to clean it up, and I told God that I couldn't live without proof.
These are my breadcrumbs. If I find a chess piece in the icebox, well, I know it's now, not then. That I can find my way out of the woods.
It's just he was sick before you came to live with us. He had headaches he'd see things that weren't there. It's called glioma. It's a growth in the brain. But But God saved him.
You said yourself - he's not the man you married.
Some people run. Some people crawl Some people don't even move at all. Some roads lead forward. Some roads lead back. Some roads are bathed in light. Some wrapped in...
I could be dead in the ground, folks would still ring me when they need a policeman.
The fundamental problem is that repression has become a dirty word, when it is, in fact, a crucial Darwinian tool. The human mind is expressly designed to forget much of its past suffering, as the body is designed to heal its wounds.
-Yes, but don't the evolutionary psychologists want to have their heuristic cake and eat it, too? Surely you're not suggesting that we ignore the lessons of history? Huxley and Rogers have empirically demonstrated that fetishizing cultural memories is both dangerous and foolhardy.
Maybe next time you all think twice before you spring a lunatic from prison.
-Maybe prison is what turned him into a lunatic.
Other heres. Other nows. All possible pasts, all possible presents the schisma is the sound of the universe trying to reconcile them.
I guess the lucky ones change. The unlucky ones cheat on their husbands at a middle school math conference and end up couch surfing at their sister's house - for a year.
I'd wished not prayed, wished. Desired for this. Yes, this. And here it was like I'd ordered it off the damn TV. Well, we know just who that is, don't we? Who gives you what you wish when you need it most, with just a string or three attached. I'd been bought bought cheap.
As long as that devil walks the streets of Castle Rock, tragedy after tragedy will pile up and men will turn on their own. Blood will run in the streets until he is back in a cage.
We don't notice we're doing it, but we are placing events in sequence so that our lives make sense. When continuity is interrupted, everything starts to slide. Higher-order functions become challenging. Reason and judgment erode. Can't manage finances, drive a car, planning and problem-solving gone. And ultimately, confusion with time and space. That is the story of Alzheimer's disease. Or rather, it has been until now. This here is Puck. Now, Puck was born with a strong genetic predisposition for FCD Feline Cognitive Dysfunction. Very similar to Alzheimer's pathologically. Apathy, confusion, spatial disorientation. That was before we put our hippocampal implant in his brain. But now, Puck here is a miracle. He remembers where his food bowl is, what time the sexy tabby next door is basking on the patio. Puck is finally in command of his arch-narrative again. You see, Alzheimer's jumbles your story.
Romans 6:23. "The wages of sin is" Death.
Some never leave, no matter how hard they try. Most of us are trapped here for a reason. Everyone in this town has some sin or regret some cage of his own making. And a story, a sad one, about how we got this way. "It wasn't me, it was this place." That's what we say.But that's a story, too. It doesn't change a thing. Maybe something turned you into a monster. Or maybe you were one all along. Doesn't matter. You're here now this is who you are. This is where you live. This is where you're from.
After a while, you forget which side of the bars you're on. That's what Warden Lacy used to say. Look how things turned out for him.
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