There was a moment, I know, when I was under in the dark, that something… whatever I’d been reduced to, not even consciousness, just a vague awareness in the dark. I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that darkness there was another kind—it was deeper—warm, like a substance.
The techno-chemical receipt book : containing several thousand receipts, covering the latest, most important and most useful discoveries in chemical technology, and their practical application in the arts and the industries / edited chiefly from the German of Drs. Winckler … [et al.] ; with additions by William T. Brannt and William H. Wahl. Philadelphia : H.C. Baird, 1908.
We must have a good a self image. This topic speaks to me through this piece. She’s beautiful, the butterflies touch her in different ways, but the one across her face symbolizes that she can’t see for who she is, “a looker,” but her frowned smile also illustrates her own discontent.
Love thyself, for what others see is different from our own harsh critic. -B.Leaver
"In eternity where there is no time, nothing can grow, nothing can become, nothing changes. So death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn but into the same life that you’ve always been born into. How many times have we had this conversation, Detectives? Well, who knows? You can’t remember your lives. You can’t change your lives. And that is the terrible and secret fate of all life. You’re trapped in a nightmare you keep waking up into." Rustin Cohle
My Claim To Fame
What: Urban Cowboy
Who: John Travolta
Where: Houston, TX
How: When I was 2 years old, my brilliant father sold John Travolta his first twin engine airplane (while in the mist of filming Urban Cowboy) and taught him how to fly it. I was not “star struck” in this picture because I had no idea who this strange man was kissing me. He was handsome and when he said, “kiss me,” I was left with a giggle.
I consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I’m what’s called a pessimist…I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law… We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody’s nobody… I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.