The hum and rumble of the train, the lowest rung on the ladder of this moment. Voices, ticket punching, all arise as variations on the hum, beyond which no train.
“We may compare a human-being to a fruit-tree whose purpose is its fruit, fruit out of all proportion to the tree’s value; yet, unless the tree receives its years of leisure, its requirements of sun and rain, the fruit will not ripen. So it is with the spiritual virtues of man, for we have divided […]
A dry shit-stick! Christ among the whores! A crooked man kicks a dog and straightens out.
Better to be torn apart by a hurricane than to fetishize the quiet mind of the tea drinkers!
It is so pernicious and subtle that it seems a part of nature itself: the pathologising of the object by the self-deceiving subject. To pathologise is to treat every manifestation of an object as evidence of that object’s inherent tendency to manifest as that object. To see everything a traumatised woman does as proof of […]
Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become an ingrained habit of unconscious thought.
Question what appears to be true in favor of what appears to be true.
Joy in the mystical glow of everyday stupidity.
“In effect, one fearlessly ‘reenters’ or ‘comes forth into’ provisional existence from emptiness but this time as the self-sovereign master of samsaric existence rather than as its naive victim ” Donner and Stevenson
“So, loyal and valiant patricians of the secret Zen depths, gird the loins of your spirits. Make piles of brushwood your beds! Make adversity your daily ration!” Hakuin
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 