“There
are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day,
when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our
greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest
wisdom. If
one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in
this hope
that the arts were invented. Sign-posts on the way to what may
be.
Sign-posts toward a greater knowledge.”
Robert
Henri
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“My delight in
existence is
on this level: to shower death with a fireworks of life.”
Salvador Dali
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SPIRITUALITY IS WHAT
MATURITY LOOKS LIKE TO THE IMMATURE
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TRIUMPH OF PSYCHE
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TO AN OVERPOPULATED,
EMPTY AGE:
The
more I learn about the world, the bigger and more beautiful it
seems. But
each herd, with its ideologies, wants to shrink it back down to a tiny
little
picture. And they’re all arguing whose little picture is the
correct
little picture.
Their
herding instinct is the source of their ideologies and institutions;
their
corporations, their governments, their religions; fossilized machines
without a
heart, where the means have frozen into arbitrary ends in
themselves. And then they ignore the sensible
rules.
The
speed limit is 25. I speed up to nearly 30 and the guy behind me
is still
tailgating. I look around and see half-a-dozen on cell
phones. Only
one using a blinker. Two squeezing through a yellow, then red,
light. Four or five following too close. All driving too
fast.
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SURRECTION |
TONAL
ARRANGEMENT |
You can make excuses for anything.
And the majority of the human race IS.
By moowing.
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But
they are good people on the inside. Helping
to battle those evil
rich
people. Or fags and abortion clinics. It’s easy to
strike a
moral pose about something when it’s someone else’s something.
When it's another herd.
Most
humans are kept in check only by their social drives. Peer
pressure is
king. Conformity their god. In their car they feel
anonymous,
invisible, alone. That’s why they need their cell phones.
And music
blasting. Alone with their own mind is hell. When no one is
watching, there’s no one to strike poses for.
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ARRIVAL OF CERTAINTY
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THE BOX
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The deepest meaning of their
existance is that their parents fucked. They’ve been filling
their empiness with endless
duplication ever since. The
loftiness of their creativity is to forever reproduce.
Occasionally using different
colors...and thinking themselves original.
They watch the same
TV shows, like the same songs, cheer for the same
ball
teams.
They trust
the same politicians, believe the same myths, fail to ask the same
deeper questions. Are brainswashed by the same repetitive
advertisements.
There’s nothing unique
or
special, or particularly wonderful, about them—other than the ability
to look
like others, sound like others, reproduce like others.
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THE BOWL
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And strike the
proper poses...for others.
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It's
a healthy developmental phase in childhood. But one to
outgrow. Like sticking things in your mouth and sucking.
But you
see that everywhere, too. Which is why they do it.
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The
secret of longevity is flexibility. If you’re okay
with ruts,
with arbitrary rules, with herds, you’re soul is already dead.
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Hey, all you meaningful people in the world;
rise
up! Produce meaning, don’t reproduce it. And ignore
their
pointing
fingers. They seek only to duplicate themselves in you. The herds will use Justice to hide their
violence. Your existence threatens the denial they need.
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Live
out, but not
against. And not with anger, but with the power of your creative
energy. Wear your superficial costume for protection, if
necessary. But hurt no
one. Just
create your art, your music, your poetry and your dances, and make sure
they're
fluid and alive and liquid. Don't just make cakes, invent
recipes!
Ones without grass. The cattle will ignore you or hate you; but
your soul
will live.
Your
body
will
live longer if you grow up and drive right, too.
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