We suffer from the delusion that the entire universe is held in order by the categories of human thought, fearing that if we do not hold to them with the utmost tenacity, everything will vanish into chaos.
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We suffer from the delusion that the entire universe is held in order by the categories of human thought, fearing that if we do not hold to them with the utmost tenacity, everything will vanish into chaos.
Alan Watts
l'art d'aujourd'hui, 1924, with hand-colored matisse prints
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La schiena è la parte che non puoi vederti, quella che lasci agli altri. Sulla schiena pesano i pensieri, le spalle che hai voltato quando hai deciso di andare
Venuto al Mondo - Margaret Mazzantini (via bookscansavetheworld)
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Poem written by Alex Turner.
After the fanfare stopped gushing and the horns were packed away in cases cased in finger marked dust and the flags lay scrunched having turned their backs on the breeze Arousal dripped, in the shape of tears congregating in a lumpy puddle that begged you to dip your spoon!”
Here you can see Alexander reciting a part of the poem in Brazil 07.