I read my last letter to you again today. I could almost – almost – feel the love I had once for you. Then I saw the pain and anguish. I saw pieces of myself lying in puddles of blood, screaming your name.
Fuck. I’m stoned.
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
— Albert Camus – author, journalist, and philosopher (1913-1960)
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), poet.
“Sometimes, the most radical thing you can do is to be yourself.”
– Quote from The Internship movie
“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. Every space is filled with life: delicate, poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. Vines strangling their own kin in the everlasting wrestle for sunlight. The breathing of monkeys. A glide of snake belly on branch. A single file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. And, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. This forest eats itself and lives forever.
Opening paragraph of The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver, c.1998
“When love is not madness, it is not love.”
— Pedro Calderon de la Barca
“The true measure of a man sometimes lies in whom he manages to piss off”
– Some guy in the Facebook comments
“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your dad, your mom, your priest or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it”
– Frank Zappa
