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The Long Shadow of America
If you don't recognize someone, ask me to tell you who they are.
Fictional Worlds and Fictional Drugs
I was thinking about the relationship of drugs, emotions, and society. I was thinking of several different fictional futures that give different takes on this. The most classic example is Aldous Huxley's Brave New World . The... More »
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"Some believe there is nothing one man or one woman can do against the enormous array of the world's ills--against misery, against ignorance, or injustice and violence. Yet many of the world's great movements, of... More »
Albert Hoffman's legacy shall live on in the brains of many!
Albert Hoffman, the Sandoz chemist who invented LSD, died the other day at the ripe old age of 102(1906-2008). Its interesting that he outlived Timothy Leary the guru of LSD and outlived Terrence McKenna who had taken on the... More »
The Manifesto of Spiritual Anarchism
With the industrial modernization Man has cultivated a mind, which can solve almost any technological problem, a so-called instrumental reason. But apparently human problems have never been solved. People are on the contrary about... More »
Hualta, Mexico
Buddhist believe that all desire leads to suffering, yet thru my life I have desired many things. My desire has been mostly fulfilled in my quest for knowledge & adventure leading me on some very... More »
Painting While Dancing, Part 3
Painting @ Trilogy Lounge, 2008 03 06 Sometimes I feel like grabbing someone and pleading with them to please remind me what I'm doing, pretending to be a painter. It's a term I can only... More »
Management theory and spirituality
We live in a postmodern society, where the distinction between reality and appearance/superficies is about to disappear. Reality is often the images, we receive through the stream of information. And it becomes more and... More »
Daily Dose Of Motivation Medication; 03/05/08
These quotes are from the next section, Advice for Modern Life , in the book, Onwards and Upwards ; I tell you the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more... More »
Truth is a pathless land
The clearest modern example on a master, who practise the art of asking philosophical questions in a meditative-existential way, for hereby to open the consciousness in towards the Source - the Good, the True and... More »
The vast majority of human beings dislike and even dread all notions with which they are not familiar. Hence it comes about that at their first appearance innovators have always been derided as fools and madmen.
Quoting that which was spoken of the young Archimedes: . . . [he] was as much enchanted by the rudiments of algebra as he would have been if I had given him an engine worked by steam, with a methylated spirit lamp to heat the boiler; more enchanted, perhaps for the engine would have got broken, and, remaining always itself, would in any case have lost its charm, while the rudiments of algebra continued to grow and blossom in his mind with an unfailing luxuriance. Every day he made the discovery of something which seemed to him exquisitely beautiful; the new toy was inexhaustible in its potentialities.
Beauty for some provides escape, Who gain a happiness in eyeing The gorgeous buttocks of the ape Or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Where beauty is worshipped for beauty's sake as a goddess, independent of and superior to morality and philosophy, the most horrible putrefaction is apt to set in. The lives of the aesthetes are the far from edifying commentary on the religion of beauty.
Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.
A bad book is as much labour to write as a good one; it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.
No man ever dared to manifest his boredom so insolently as does a Siamese tomcat, when he yawns in the face of his amorously importunate wife. No man has ever dared to proclaim his illicit amours so frankly as this same tom caterwauling on the tiles.
Every ceiling, when reached, becomes a floor, upon which one walks as a matter of course and prescriptive right.
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of church going.
Noisy Passengers
"My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger." --Aldous Huxley Let's write... More »






















