The fight will continue forever.
as long as i live
and there's not much to do about it
some moods are just weird. like the ones i have when on trains. that's when i think about the meaning of life.
today i thought about how beautiful nature is. and that it really gives us all we need to live. and still we abuse it.
blah blah. why have we committed these crimes blah blah apocalypse blah eco-friendly blaha. yes.
no one will listen if it is given like that. like a big fat morality cake forced down your throat, making you choke.
pink candles + vanilla scented candles + buffy
These are some quotes by Henry Miller. Found them when I was pretending to search material for my ToK essay. Gave me great ideas for novels.
"The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself."
"The dreamer whose dreams are non-utilitarian has no place in this world. In this world the poet is anathema, the thinker a fool, the artist an escapist, the man of vision a criminal."
"Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything -- except his own nature."
"Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning."
"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music -- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware."
"Analysis brings no curative powers in its train; it merely makes us conscious of the existence of an evil, which, oddly enough, is consciousness."
"An artist is always alone -- if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness."
"This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing."
"There are lone figures armed only with ideas, sometimes with just one idea, who blast away whole epochs in which we are enwrapped like mummies. Some are powerful enough to resurrect the dead. Some steal on us unawares and put a spell over us which it takes centuries to throw off. Some put a curse on us, for our stupidity and inertia, and then it seems as if God himself were unable to lift it."
