We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies – all these are private and, at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. | |
— Aldous Huxley | |
From his book: “The Doors of Perception“ | |
[To which I can only respond: “Yet.” — kmab] | |
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On This Day In: | |
2022 | Threat Calculus |
7 (And 6) – 40 | |
2021 | Questioned By Life |
If There’ll Come A Time | |
2020 | Trying To Grow Pearls? |
2019 | Instantly Turned |
2018 | Sitting |
2017 | No Right Way |
2016 | Still Ticklish |
2015 | Maybe Sooner Than You Think |
2014 | The Path Of Mastery |
2013 | Love’s Ignorance |
2012 | Here’s To Enjoyment |
2011 | Not Just The Facts, Ma’am |
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Maybe Sooner Than You Think
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