After considered thought, I've decided to make no resolutions for the new year. To quote Alan Watts, "I can only think seriously of trying to live up to an ideal, to improve myself, if I am split in two pieces. There must be a good 'I' who is going to improve the bad 'me.' 'I,' who has the best intentions, will go to work on wayward 'me,' and the tussle between the two will very much stress the difference between them. Consequently 'I' will feel more separate than ever, and so merely increase the lonely and cut-off feelings which make 'me' behave so badly."
So instead, a goal: Reread the books that were formative in my youth, regardless of my current impression of them. See what I think of them. So far, these include:
- Prometheus Rising, Robert Anton Wilson
- The Book (On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are), Alan Watts
- Illusions, Richard Bach
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert Pirsig
- The Satanic Bible, Anton LaVey
- The Shockwave Rider, John Brunner
- To Reign in Hell, Steven Brust
- Steppenwolf, Herman Hesse