For Eon, in the hope that you can find respite from your storms
The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when we choose to get on, we think it's real, because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down and round and round and it has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud. And it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.
'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded, not one - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace.
- Bill Hicks
I am saddened that one man figured all this out, and was then taken from us. I am bolstered by this because he figured it all out in less than the time he was given on the ride. Once you accept the truth of this, your mission for a higher purpose ends because...it's just a ride. You stop looking for ways to "live," because you already are living. Now, if you can't grasp the simple concepts that Bill has presented to you through me, then my prescription is your immediate and total hallucenagenic awakening. Eat some magic mushrooms, and go lay in a grassy field for four hours, staring intently at the night sky. I emplore you, look through your mind's eye, not your body's. It has ways of soothing the turmoil with which your corporeal prison would wrack your soul to keep you sad, confused, alone, and ultimately, a pointless waste of a spirit. Thank you.
- Dan Bloomquist, American Sleeper
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: 'Is this real? Or is this just a ride?' And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid - ever - because... this is just a ride.' And we kill those people.
'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry; look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.'
It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that - ever notice that? - and we let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because... it's just a ride, and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort. No worry. No job. No savings and money. Just a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy bigger guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, into a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and, instead, spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would do many times over - not one human being excluded, not one - and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace.
- Bill Hicks
I am saddened that one man figured all this out, and was then taken from us. I am bolstered by this because he figured it all out in less than the time he was given on the ride. Once you accept the truth of this, your mission for a higher purpose ends because...it's just a ride. You stop looking for ways to "live," because you already are living. Now, if you can't grasp the simple concepts that Bill has presented to you through me, then my prescription is your immediate and total hallucenagenic awakening. Eat some magic mushrooms, and go lay in a grassy field for four hours, staring intently at the night sky. I emplore you, look through your mind's eye, not your body's. It has ways of soothing the turmoil with which your corporeal prison would wrack your soul to keep you sad, confused, alone, and ultimately, a pointless waste of a spirit. Thank you.
- Dan Bloomquist, American Sleeper