Two quotes and an idea.
Thom Yorke: "dont get sentimental, it always ends up drivel".
Holden: "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
Stand still for a moment. Wherever you are. Feel every single motion of air, each sound, and fathom that there are millions of people the world over, breathing and feeling just as you do. Feel the touch of nothingness. Know that you are influenced by my words, and I by yours. The slightest tremble of the branches on the trees stirs an artist to paint a poem before killing himself.
"You may be able to buy this world," he said, "but my words can still destroy it." Words. Think about words. Verdant. That word is green. Say it, roll it on the tip of your tongue, in your mind. It's green, it is uniquely the colour green. It brings to mind the abstract concept, unquantifiable, of green. Urine is yellow, antiseptic. Piss is what we do in dark alleys. Life is full, for a four-letter word. And word, oh word, you are Oppenheimer.
The way to live is to be nonexistent. You are at the glorious mercy of thousands of things. You cannot comprehend this. Don't even try. Just let life be, and let yourself lie, and you'll paint a tree that stands tall or a desk that takes the pounding of a revolution. Let go of everything as it comes and absorb it into you. Let your experience pass through you and weave into the core of your being.
Holden: "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
Stand still for a moment. Wherever you are. Feel every single motion of air, each sound, and fathom that there are millions of people the world over, breathing and feeling just as you do. Feel the touch of nothingness. Know that you are influenced by my words, and I by yours. The slightest tremble of the branches on the trees stirs an artist to paint a poem before killing himself.
"You may be able to buy this world," he said, "but my words can still destroy it." Words. Think about words. Verdant. That word is green. Say it, roll it on the tip of your tongue, in your mind. It's green, it is uniquely the colour green. It brings to mind the abstract concept, unquantifiable, of green. Urine is yellow, antiseptic. Piss is what we do in dark alleys. Life is full, for a four-letter word. And word, oh word, you are Oppenheimer.
The way to live is to be nonexistent. You are at the glorious mercy of thousands of things. You cannot comprehend this. Don't even try. Just let life be, and let yourself lie, and you'll paint a tree that stands tall or a desk that takes the pounding of a revolution. Let go of everything as it comes and absorb it into you. Let your experience pass through you and weave into the core of your being.