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Sometimes naked
Sometimes mad
Now the scholar
Now the fool
Thus they appear on earth:
The free men.


― Hindu verse
       from Avadhoota Gita

Mad Hatter: Am I going mad?
Alice: Yes, you're mad, bonkers, off the top of your head...but...I'll tell you a secret.
All the best people are.


― Lewis Carroll
      Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
      & Through the Looking-Glass





知者不言,
言者不知。
塞其兌,
閉其門,
挫其銳,
解其紛,
和其光,
同其塵,
是謂玄同。
不可得而親,
不可得而疏;
不可得而利,
不可得而害;
不可得而貴,
不可得而賤。
故為天下貴。
Those who know talk not,
Those who talk know not.
Blockading its exchanges,
Confining its ideals,
Moderating its ingenuity,
Unraveling its complexity,
Softening its intensity,
Is but merging into its ubiquity,
That is the intricacy of ubiquity.
It cannot be possessed for love,
Cannot be possessed for hate,
Cannot be possessed for profit,
Cannot be possessed for harm,
Cannot be possessed for respect,
Cannot be possessed for despise.
Therefore it is respected by the universe.


道德经
Tao Te Ching

Chapter 56
第五十六章


Lao Tzu

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The fool who persists in his folly
will become wise.


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I always take my judgment from Ⓐ Fool
Because [I know he always judges.] his judgment is so
           very Cool[,] 
Not prejudic[’]d by feelings great or small[.]
[Because we know.] Amiable state [!] he cannot feel at all[.]



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All Pictures thats Panted with Sense & with Thought
Are Painted by Madmen as sure as a Groat
For the Greater the Fool in the Pencil more blest
And when they are drunk they always pant best
5Thy never can Rafael it Fuseli it nor Blake it
If they cant see an outline pray how can they make it
When Men will draw outlines begin you to jaw them
Madmen see outlines & therefore they draw them

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To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.


William Blake   
[ 28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 ]

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People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.

Marcel Proust  
[ July 10, 1871 – November 18, 1922 ]

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The artist’s task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found.

If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.

Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.

Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it's a feather bed.

The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish. 

The male dominant agenda is so fragile that any competitor is felt as a deadly foe.

The shaman is not merely a sick man, or a madman;
he is a sick man who has healed himself.

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation

You simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead and get with the program of a living world and the imagination.

Culture is the effort to hold back the mystery, and replace it with a mythology.

The way you stretch the envelope of culture is by creating language.

The message of psychedelics is that culture can be re-engineered as a set of emotional and spiritual values rather than products. This is terrifying news.

Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.

Western civilization is a loaded gun pointed at the head of this planet.

This is a society, a world, a planet dying because there is not enough consciousness, because there is not enough awareness, enough coordination of intent-to-problem. And yet, we spend vast amounts of money stigmatizing people and substances that are part of this effort to expand consciousness, see things in different ways, unleash creativity. Isn’t it perfectly clear that business as usual is a bullet through the head?

We have the money, the power, the medical understanding, the scientific know-how, the love and the community to produce a kind of human paradise. But we are led by the least among us – the least intelligent, the least noble, the least visionary. We are led by the least among us and we do not fight back against the dehumanizing values that are handed down as control icons.

The apocalypse is not something which is coming. The apocalypse has arrived in major portions of the planet and it’s only because we live within a bubble of incredible privilege and social insulation that we still have the luxury of anticipating the apocalypse.

The internet is light at the end of the tunnel…it is creating a global society

The real tension is not between matter and spirit, or time and space, the real tension is between information and nonsense.

Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered.
Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.

You are an explorer, and you represent our species, and the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness.

People are so alienated from their own soul that when they meet their soul they think it comes from another star system.

The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.  It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down – sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray.  At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.  But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward.

You will ride the Tao toward the concrescence
and will be able to live in the light of its anticipation.

If you’re not the hero of your own novel,
then what kind of novel is it?
You need to do some heavy editing.


We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

Create your own roadshow. 

I’ll try to be around and about.
But if I’m not,
then you know that I’m behind your eyelids,
and I’ll meet you there

Terence McKenna    
[ November 16, 1946 – April 3, 2000 ]

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以道佐人主者,
不以兵強天下,
其事好還。
師之所處,荊棘生焉。
大軍之後,必有凶年。
故善者果而已矣,
不敢以取強。
果而勿矜,
果而勿伐,
果而勿驕,
果而不得已,
果而勿強。
物壯則老,
是謂不道,
不道早已。
Ones who offer advice in the Art of governance,
Offers not the use of forces to dominate the world,
Understanding its invitation to retaliation.
Where troops tramp, thorns thrive.
After great battalions, years of resentments are inevitable.
Therefore the master bring to fruition and leave be,
Daring not to capture dominance.
Accomplish and refrain glorification,
Accomplish and restrain aggression,
Accomplish and relinquish pride,
Accomplish and take no credit,
Accomplish and refuse domination.
Matters that mature grow old,
That is not in the Art of the Dao,
Without the Art of being, and be premature.

道德经
Tao Te Ching

Chapter 30
第三十章


Lao Tzu

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The Edge…There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others-the living-are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there. 

Journalism, to me, is just another drug – a free ride to scenes I’d probably miss if I stayed straight.

Richard Nixon was an evil man – evil in a way that only those who believe in the physical reality of the Devil can understand it. He was utterly without ethics or morals or any bedrock sense of decency. Nixon represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character almost every other country in the world has learned to fear and despise. The trouble with Nixon is that he’s a serious politics junkie. He’s totally hooked and like any other junkie, he’s a bummer to have around, especially as President. Richard Nixon looks like a flaming liberal today, compared to a golem like George Bush. Indeed. Where is Richard Nixon now that we finally need him? 

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

I have stolen more quotes and thoughts and purely elegant little starbursts of writing from the Book of Revelation than anything else in the English language – and it is not because I am a biblical scholar, or because of any religious faith, but because I love the wild power of the language and the purity of the madness that governs it and makes it music.

There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.



Hunter S. Thompson   [ July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005 ]


Quotations are useful in periods of ignorance or obscurantist beliefs.

Young people everywhere have been allowed to choose between love and a garbage disposal unit. Everywhere they have chosen the garbage disposal unit.

... just as early industrial capitalism moved the focus of existence from being to having, post-industrial culture has moved that focus from having to appearing.

“ Ne Travaillez Jamais “ 

Ideas improve. The meaning of words participates in the improvement. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress implies it. It embraces an author's phrase, makes use of his expressions, erases a false idea, and replaces it with the right idea.

  ― Guy Debord   [ 28 December 1931 – 30 November 1994 ]


A fox is always more dangerous in the forest than the wolf.
You can see the wolf coming. You know what he's up to.
But the fox will fool you.  He comes at you with his mouth shaped in such a way that even though you see his teeth, you think he's smiling and take him for a friend. 

Malcolm X    [ May 19, 1925 - February 21, 1965 ] 
         [ THE FOX ]


So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice?

...the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction. 

― Martin Luther King Jr.    [ January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968 ]
               [ THE WOLF ]


Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?

That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future. 

Siddhartha 
― Hermann Hesse   
[ 2 July 1877 – 9 August 1962 ]



At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality. Perhaps it is one of the great dramas of the leader that he or she must combine a passionate spirit with a cold intelligence and make painful decisions without flinching.

revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe.
You have to make it fall.

We must strive every day
so that this love of living
humanity will be transformed
into actual deeds

"into acts that serve as examples," —

"as a moving force."

The Cigar


In a society that profits from your self-doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act. Loving yourself is anything but naive. If you don’t become your best friend, who else will? If you don’t convey confidence in what you do, don’t expect others to trust you. We are what we believe we are. When you embrace your true identity, there’s no room for self-doubt. The shadow of self-doubt might show up unexpected. It’s up to you to move from darkness to light

― Streets & Shado’ws [ My invisible dogs are hungry. ] 


I say unto you, there is no evil and there are no evil forces in the world. There are only people of  awareness, and there are people who are fast asleep ? and sleep has no force. The whole energy is in the hands of the awakened people. And one awakened person can awaken the whole world. One lighted candle can make millions of candles lighted without losing its light.
The Wise Monkey 


My concern is with the rhythms of nature,
I work inside out.

Like nature.



Jackson Pollock  
[ January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956 ]

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An actor is at most a poet
and at least an entertainer.

- Marlon Brando



People of genius are always troublemakers, meaning they start from scratch, demolish accepted norms and rebuild a new world. The problem with cinema today is the dearth of troublemakers. There's not a rabble-rouser in sight. There was still one, but he went beyond troublemaker to court jester.
- Henri Langlois


Oftentimes, actors are looked at as court jesters. They are not looked at as deep-thinking, smart people who do many other things or have gifts in other areas.

Goldie


Jesters do oft prove prophets.

William Shakespeare

My heart flutters hastily,
When I think of my love of you;
It lets me not act sensibly,
It leaps from its place.
It lets me not put on a dress,
Nor wrap my scarf around me;
I put no paint upon my eyes,
I'm even not anointed.

"Don't wait, go there," says it to me,
As often as I think of him;
My heart, don't act so stupidly,
Why do you play the fool?

Sit still, the brother comes to you,
And many eyes as well.
Let not the people say of me:
"A woman fallen through love!"
Be steady when you think of him,
My heart, do not flutter!

Fourth Stanza, from Papyrus Chester Beatty I
Saam-plants here summon us,
I am your sister, your best one;
I belong to you like this plot of ground
That I planted with flowers
And sweet-smelling herbs.
Sweet is its stream,
Dug by your hand,
Refreshing in the north wind.
A lovely place to wander in,
Your hand in my hand.
My body thrives, my heart exults
At our walking together;
Hearing your voice is pomegranate wine,
I live by hearing it.
Each look with which you look at me
sustains me more than food and drink.

Poem 2, from IIc, The Third Collection, Papyrus Harris 500
From ancient Egyption text. Dates from 1500BC to 1000BC


Secrets...are the very root of cool.

It was the root of street cool, too,
the knowing posture that implied connection,
invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem,
first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.

The future is already here – it's just not evenly distributed.

Time moves in one direction, memory in another.

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money,
growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.

Don't let the little fuckers generation gap you. 

When you raise the dead, they bring their baggage.

You can’t get clever men to fight such a system,
as it makes too much sense to ’em.

You need to learn to overcome your very natural and appropriate revulsion for your own work

Terrorism as we ordinarily understand it is inately media-related.

Whenever the media do try to pick it up, it slides like a lone noodle from their chopsticks.

Conspiracy theory’s got to be simple. Sense doesn’t come into it. People are more scared of how complicated shit actually is than they ever are about whatever’s supposed to be behind the conspiracy.

Paranoia, he said, was fundamentally egocentric, and every conspiracy theory served in some way to aggrandize the believer.

“I am no spy.” “Then start being your own.
If Tokyo’s the frying pan, you may just have landed in the fire.”

...if poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world,
science-fiction writers are its court jesters.


Friday, August 04, 2006
MONUMENT
posted 8:31 AM

Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.


Fiction is an illusion wrought with many small,
conventionally symbolic marks, triggering visions in the minds of others

Language is to the mind more than light is to the eye.

Voodou isn’t like that. It isn’t concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it’s about is getting things done. You follow me? In out system, there are many gods, spirits. Part of one big family, with all the virtues, all the vices. There’s a ritual tradition of communal manifestation, understand? Voodou says, there’s a God, sure, Gran Met, but He’s big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you can’t get laid. Come on, man, you know how this works, it’s street religion, came out of dirt poor places a million years ago. Voodou’s like the street. Some duster chops out your sister, you don’t go camp on the Yakuza’s doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody, though, who can get the thing done. Right?

...they'll wait years and years.
        Give you a whole life,
just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away.
Patient like a spider.  Zen spiders.

William Gibson

You may control a mad elephant;
You may shut the mouth of the bear and the tiger;
Ride the lion and play with the cobra;
By alchemy you may learn your livelihood;
You may wander through the universe incognito;
Make vassals of the gods; be ever youthful;
You may walk in water and live in fire;
But control of the mind is better and more difficult.

You have come to earth to entertain and to be entertained.




― Paramahansa Yogananda,
      Autobiography of a Yogi


I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me.

"God put those here to test our faith."
"I think God put you here to test my faith, dude. I think I've figured this out."

Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.


I believe everyone has this fuckin' poem in his heart.

We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free.

It is, and has been, and will forever be, this world of ours, a fucking joke.

I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" bullshit. We're a virus with shoes.

People often ask me where I stand politically. It's not that I disagree with Bush's economic policy or his foreign policy, it's that I believe he was a child of Satan sent here to destroy the planet Earth. Little to the left.

All governments are lying cocksuckers.

By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing, kill yourself.

I smoke to fill the potholes in my soul.

I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your fuckin' mouth.

This is where we are at right now, as a whole. No one is left out of the loop. We are experiencing a reality based on a thin veneer of lies and illusions. A world where greed is our God and wisdom is sin, where division is key and unity is fantasy, where the ego-driven cleverness of the mind is praised, rather than the intelligence of the heart.

Oh sorry, I was taking life seriously.

I deal only in facts, that's why I'm a cocky fuckin' bastard.

Listen, the next revolution is gonna be a revolution of ideas.

The best kind of comedy to me is when you make people laugh at things they’ve never laughed at, and also take a light into the darkened corners of people’s minds, exposing them to the light.

Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception, so that I may know only reality.

I left in love, in laughter, and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit.

- Bill Hicks
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