Merely to breathe was enjoyment; and I derived positive pleasure even from many of the legitimate sources of pain. I felt a calm but inquisitive interest in every thing. With a cigar in my mouth and a newspaper in my lap, I had been amusing myself for the greater part of the afternoon, now in poring over advertisements, now in observing the promiscuous company in the room, and now in peering through the smoky panes into the street.



Edgar Allan Poe - The Man Of The Crowd.

“I couldn’t live a week without a private library - indeed, I’d part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I’d let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.”

- H.P Lovecraft.

so, so revelant to my life.

"i have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in north carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. it said that nothing ever happened, so don’t worry. it’s all like a dream. everything is ecstasy, inside. we just don’t know it because of our thinking–minds. but in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. it is all one vast awakened thing. i call it the golden eternity. it is perfect. we were never really born, we will never really die. it has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: self is only an idea, a mortal idea. that which passes into everything is one thing. it’s a dream already ended. there’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. i know this from staring at mountains months on end. they never show any expression, they are like empty space. do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born."

Jack Kerouac, a letter to his first wife. 1957.
I am going on a walk today, i am going to sit down beneath sweeping trees with their arms stretched in celebration, and let my fingers become roots.I believe everything.

Emmanuel Kant.

Enlightenment is man’s emergence from his self-imposed immaturity. Immaturity is the inability of use one’s own understanding without guidance from another. This immaturity is self-imposed when its cause lies not in lack of understanding, but in lack of resolve and courage to use it without guidance from another.
"Have courage to use your own understanding!" - that is the motto of enlightenment

"it is very sweet, even better than the meat of a wild pig"




- Anon,
concerning Human Meat.