Lord, but this weather is cold! And I am ill wrapped. A am nearly a dolt, so long have I napped. My legs they fold, my fingers are chapped.

A fantasy is a just a desire dressed up like a story. Both are equally painful.

Causes of derealization: understanding the consequences of Baudrillard.

I’ve attended meetings with explosive personnel. There’s always a messy cleanup.

We lost our wildness and became aliens in our home.

As far as we know there was energy before there was anything so what’s the source of that original power? Also, humans are electric.

A tiger once in jungle raged but now he’s in a zoo; a lion, captive-born and caged now roams the forest through. —Frank Baum. From Rinkitink’s grandfather’s song.

A terrible truth is that a signifier can only signify and the observer can only interpret. The space between the sign and its meaning is chaos.

“The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, we must think anew and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.” ― Abraham Lincoln

History is a network of strings that entangle all who were, are, and will be. None of us can escape the entanglement. Yet, we are not trapped by history, we are haunted.

No one wants to go back to a simpler time.

Isn’t it strange how every living thing experiences time differently. I would like to live as long as a Great Basin bristlecone pine but would I feel those nearly 5,000 years in the same way I do now? The tree in the picture is an Elm, I think. I don’t know my trees.

The mind is capable of creating many worlds but it is not capable of explaining how it all began.

Unlike the physical type, we don’t run from the visual assault. We stand and gaze and allow ourselves to feel the pain and the sadness. We inoculate ourselves lest we be overcome by the damage others are capable of committing.

We are neither in the amphitheatre, nor on the stage, but in the panoptic machine, invested by its effects of power, which we bring to ourselves since we are part of its mechanism-Michel Foucault

Nature here is vile and base. I wouldn't see anything erotical here. I would see fornication and asphyxiation...and choking and fighting for survival...and growing and...just rotting away. Of course, there's a lot of misery. But it is the same misery that is all around us. The trees here are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don't think they- they sing. They just screech in pain. -Werner Herzog

Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain, and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime. -Edmund Burke

Want to sink a ship? Add bubbles.

Entering the liminality between sleep and wakefulness feels like walking through a soft wall where the control of your own mind is taken from you.

We don’t understand gravity but we know what it’s like to float.