when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
Last night I encountered a dream cat with a very long neck and a body like a human fetus, gray and transluscent. I don't know what it needs or how to provide for it. Another dream years ago of a human...
There are no innocent bystanders ... what are they doing there in the first place?
Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.
...Communism, it's a reactive formation derived from capitalism. For this reason it's less flexible and has a lower survival potential. The days of laissez-faire capitalism are completely dead, and th...
Intelligence and war are games, perhaps the only meaningful games left. If any player becomes too proficient, the game is threatened with termination.
Evidence indicates that cats were first tamed in Egypt. The Egyptians stored grain, which attracted rodents, which attracted cats. (No evidence that such a thing happened with the Mayans, though a num...
Why are we here? We're here to go!
Thinking is not enough. Nothing is. There is no final enough of wisdom, experience--any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no final solution. Just conflict.
You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.
The study of thinking machines teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods. Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets.
I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself.
The purpose of technology is not to confuse the brain but to serve the body.
I don’t spot junk neighbourhoods by the way they look, but by the feel, somewhat the same process by which a dowser locates hidden water. I am walking along and suddenly the junk in my cells moves and...
In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.
We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place.
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren't cute,& if they are cute they rapidly outgrow it
I began to get a feeling (...) of being the only sane man in a nut house. It doesn't make you feel superior but depressed and scared, because there is nobody you can contact.
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