Artistecat

Same tree in different year

First of May.

Odysseus

And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shape of things in the spirit, and the shapes of all shaped's as they must live together like one being. —Black Elk Speaks.

Wonder where the lions are? Here!

I'd rather be a forest than a street.

Free from what? As if that mattered to Zarathustra! But your eyes should tell me brightly: free for what?

Understanding kills action, action depends on veil of illusion — this is what Hamlet teaches us, ….. from too much reflection, from an excess of possibilities, so to speak, fails to act.

This is American, man: either make something your God and cosmo and then worship it, or else kill it. —David Foster Wallace

Daydream · Observe everything · Work the hours that work for me ·  Take time for solitude · Turn life's obstacles around · Seek out new experiences · Ask questions · People-watch · Take risks· View all of life as an opportunity for self-expression · Follow my true passions · Get out of my own heads · Lose track of the time · Surround myself with beauty · Connect the dots · Constantly shake things up · Make time for mindfulness ·

FRIENDSHIP-CALCULUS —some of the zeniths and nadirs of friendship, including: The friend whose mere name prompts a smile. • Relief when a friend marries someone you like. • When a friend you turned to in crisis never lets you forget. • Sensing (hoping) that you will become friends with someone you’ve just met. • Seeing a friend in a new context (e.g., at work). • The necessity of decency in the heart of all true friends.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself.—Nietzsche