February 2011
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January 2011
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Le sentier à l’âme: Jack Kerouac, Letter to Edie... →
“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...
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In the Desert by Stephen Crane
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter – bitter”, he answered, “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
My mother showed this to me last spring and told me that my father was the desert creature.
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I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it
– Haruki Murakami
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