The Interpersonal Alchemist

We are all space people that live forever, and it's really no big deal.

Screaming Love into the Abyss

I am in a relationship with a woman that defies all prior notions of what real functional love feels like.  It’s not fleeting or intoxicating.  It’s steady, epic, and beautiful.  Rather than a melodic flute line, it’s the hum that the Earth emits as a constant baseline to existence.  It’s not flowery words written on parchment.  It’s a grimoire bound in leather and written in esoteric Elvish dialects that have no meaning and every meaning simultaneously.  Her happiness supplants and predicates my happiness.  This is the kind of love that shifts tectonic plates, and it’s dope as hell.

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Davide De Agostini

"The work of Davide De Agostini is the story of past and lost humanity. It is the story of the dissolution of the forgotten memory and screaming, sore and dumb, to be recalled to memory, and fade for fear of being recognized for what it has become. It is the presence of witnesses silent, patient, invisible but sometimes guessed, passive in their solitude, active in the simple existence, and waiting for eternity.”

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Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.

—Alexis Carrel (via jhbrd)

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wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

Me

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'Sigil' as a word is out of date. All this magic stuff needs new terminology because it's not what people are being told it is at all. It's not all this wearying symbolic misdirection that's being dragged up from the Victorian Age, when no-one was allowed to talk plainly and everything was in coy poetic code. The world's at a crisis point and it's time to stop bullshitting around with Qabalah and Thelema and Chaos and Information and all the rest of the metaphoric smoke and mirrors designed to make the rubes think magicians are 'special' people with special powers. It's not like that. Everyone does magic all the time in different ways. 'Life' plus 'significance' = magic. (2004)

—Grant Morrison (via automatickafka)

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