dimanche 30 avril 2017
...However, I will reveal a secret to you: I like to build universes which do fall apart. I like to see them come unglued, and I like to see how the characters in the novels cope with this problem. I have a secret love of chaos. There should be more of it. Do not believe—and I am dead serious when I say this—do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be born the old must perish. This is a dangerous realization, because it tells us that we must eventually part with much of what is familiar to us. And that hurts. But that is part of the script of life. Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.
For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.
Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan
samedi 29 avril 2017
jeudi 27 avril 2017
mardi 25 avril 2017
So long as a person has not achieved a level of responsability for his or her own existence, he or she is liable to fall victim to all manners of ideologies that are merely extensions of his or her primary egoic need of being loved and appreciated. Ideologies can be regarded as extensions of the superego, as crutches for the ego in its unwillingness to understand and ultimately transcend itself. Thus, all ideologies tend to be a person's continuing movement toward unconsciousness.
Holy Madness and the Smokescreen of Consensus Reality
samedi 22 avril 2017
jeudi 20 avril 2017
To be lost in not knowing is a wonderful place to be. When you’re lost in not knowing, you come to know, but not in the way that you knew before. You come to know as a moment-to-moment experience of being. That’s your knowing. And you know that That is who you really are. You are that ever-unfolding mystery beyond the mind.
Charlie Parker looked like Buddha Charlie Parker, who recently died Laughing at a juggler on the TV After weeks of strain and sickness, Was called the Perfect Musician. And his expression on his face Was as calm, beautiful, and profound As the image of the Buddha Represented in the East, the lidded eyes The expression that says “All Is Well” This was what Charlie Parker Said when he played, All is Well. You had the feeling of early-in-the-morning Like a hermit’s joy, or Like the perfect cry of some wild gang At a jam session, “Wail, Wop” Charlie burst his lungs to reach the speed Of what the speedsters wanted And what they wanted Was his eternal Slowdown.