You can't swallow what I'm thinkin.
I don't know, I borrowed this book from Ashley, and it has a lot of interesting thoughts in it. I havne't finished it or anything, but this is what I liked so far. I'm awtjwaoijyowa.
Maybe someone will read it!
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, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or "Feeling into." Thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves ( always, of course, in a slightly Pickwickian sense ) in their places. But in certain cases, communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. The mind is its own place, and the places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten.
To see ourselves as others see is is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves.
----Excerpts I picked from The Doors of Perception
I am hoping for a nice, trouble-free weekend. Wish me luck!
Shelley's b-day is in two days! Don't forget!
I say, life is, even at it's shittiest points, amusing. heh.