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"Persistence is your greatest weapon. It is in the nature of barriers that they fall. Do not seek to become like your opponents. You’ll have the burden and the great joy of being outsiders. Every day you live is a kind of triumph. This you should cling on to. You should make no effort to try and join society. Stay right where you are. Give your name and serial number and wait for society to form itself around you because it most certainly will. Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret. Look inward and ask not if there is anything outside that you want but whether there is anything inside you have not yet unpacked."

- Quentin Crisp (An Englishman in New York)

(Source: theremina)

Reblogged from NomadicGeek.

Thursday, October 7th 2010 11:44am

fuckyeahpaganism:

fuckyeahpaganism:

Reblogged from NomadicGeek.

Thursday, October 7th 2010 11:40am

ilovecharts:

And now, thankfully, back to the charts…

ilovecharts:

And now, thankfully, back to the charts

Reblogged from I Love Charts.

Wednesday, September 29th 2010 6:05pm

crashinglybeautiful:

“If you are really serious, to find out the implications of death, then you have to come into contact with that fact of death, actually come into contact with it - not theoretically, not as something which you have got to face, therefore let’s face it, but rather by coming directly into contact with it, by dying. Dying - I mean by that word, coming to the end of all the things that you have known psychologically, your experiences, your pleasures, to die - every day. Otherwise, you will never know what death is; for it is only in the dying that there is something new, not in continuing the old. Most of us are so weighed down by the known, by the yesterday, by the memories, by the `me’, the `self’, which is but a bundle of memories accumulated yesterday, having no actual existence in itself. Die to those memories; actually die to a pleasure without any argument. If you know what it means to die to a pleasure, to something that you have taken great pleasure in - without argument, without postponement, without any sense of resentment, bitterness - that is what is going to happen when you do die. And to die every day, to everything that you have gathered psychologically, is to be totally reborn. If you do not die in that way, then you have the continual problem of this memory that you have accumulated as the `me’ and the self-centred activity that we indulge in - the thought of `my’ house, `my’ family, `my’ book, `my’ fame, `my’ loneliness - you know, that little entity that moves around incessantly within itself, with its own limited pattern of existence. Will that continue? - you understand? - that is the problem we have. Either one knows how to die every day, and in dying actually, the mind is fresh, instant, eager, tremendously alive, or, there is this bundle of memories, of self-centred activity, with all its thoughts, searching for fulfilment, wanting to be somebody, imitating, copying. That whole network of thought - will that continue? - yet that is what we want to continue. We say, at the least, if I haven’t fulfilled in this life, perhaps I will in the next.”

— J. Krishnamurti from “Talks in Europe,” 1967, courtesy of The Beauty We Love

Reblogged from Crashingly Beautiful.

Tuesday, September 21st 2010 4:15pm

tsupii:

vegandbeat:

myworldissilent:

cinderella-poopsquad:

(via cybergod, disturbedesign)

tsupii:

vegandbeat:

myworldissilent:

cinderella-poopsquad:

(via cybergod, disturbedesign)

Tuesday, September 21st 2010 3:25pm

ombuddha:

There is seldom any rational reason for having regrets about past deeds or events.Because the past does not exist in any way other than in your memory.Paul Wilson.
Photo by Ivan Wu.

ombuddha:

There is seldom any rational reason for having regrets about past deeds or events.
Because the past does not exist in any way other than in your memory.

Paul Wilson.

Photo by Ivan Wu.

Reblogged from observations of a progressive consciousness..

Monday, September 13th 2010 12:20pm

"I thought, on the train, how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes & barrens & wilds. It still dwarfs & terrifies & crushes. The rivers still roar, the mountains still crash, the winds still shatter. Man is an affair of cities. His gardens & orchards & fields are mere scrapings. Somehow, however, he has managed to shut out the face of the giant from his windows. But the giant is there, nevertheless."

- Wallace Stevens, 1904 (via nevver)

Reblogged from Crashingly Beautiful.

Thursday, September 9th 2010 6:58pm

artandthemind:

spamimusubi:

(via justawasteofpaint, psychoactivities)

artandthemind:

spamimusubi:

(via justawasteofpaint, psychoactivities)

Reblogged from Art and the Mind.

Saturday, September 4th 2010 1:05am

"It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement."

- Narcissus and Goldmund(1930) Hermann Hesse (via quote-book)

Reblogged from Quote Book:.

Saturday, September 4th 2010 1:04am

progressivemind:

lifeisabstract:

“Quezacoatl”

progressivemind:

lifeisabstract:

“Quezacoatl”

Reblogged from observations of a progressive consciousness..

Thursday, September 2nd 2010 12:53pm