I will let Wikipedia handle the finer details of Aldous Huxley’s biography, and stick with the themes most pertinent to our inquiry. Though most famous for his early satirical and pacifist writing (Brave New World being his signature work), and later for his pioneering experiments in opening “the doors of perception” through conscientious use of … Continue reading
“I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul. Love has befriended Hafiz … Continue reading
Ever wonderhow many sunrisesyou have left in this life?If you are thinking of a number,please,stop whatever you are doing.You are not free here.Somebody owns the name you call yourself,and it isn’t you.This is what it means to sayyour days are numbered–in truth, they are numberless.The sun never sets on you.You feel like the fulcrum of a … Continue reading
Sometimes a man rises from the supper tableand goes outside. And he keeps on goingbecause somewhere to the east there’s a church.His children bless his name as if he were dead.Another man stays at home until he dies,stays with plates and glasses.So then it is his children who go outinto the world, seeking the church … Continue reading
Thank you for joining me here. I’m glad someone other than me finds this kinda stuff interesting….though maybe I should count those chickens after I hatch this section. The premise of this section is to show that even the most widely accepted manifestation of binary structure –the pattern of 1’s and 0’s that make up … Continue reading
Eternal Life is happening to all of us, here and now. It is not a private island of fantasies to look forward to after putting up with life on earth. It is not a carrot to be dangled in front of us as a reward for good behavior or proper belief. We don’t need a … Continue reading
God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t like … Continue reading
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