I Am that I Am

“I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.”

“Become conscious of being conscious. Say or think “I am”, and add nothing to it. Be aware of the stillness that follows the “I am.” Sense your presence, the naked unveiled, unclothed beingness. It is untouched by young or old, rich or poor, good or bad, or any other attributes.”

“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”

“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.”

“It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.”

Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?

To be socially awkward isn’t a flaw. Society tells you otherwise. I go out and see many plastic faces, hear so much lukewarm bullshit. Anytime I see a quiet person I think to myself, ‘Ah, beautiful. So you understand.’

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

An intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous.

There are two types of ‘tired’, I suppose. One is a dire need of sleep, the other is the dire need of peace.

“I don’t have to be anything at all. I don’t even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself.”