#kindle notes

FUCK. YOU. SJM.

Weirdo alerttttt

These are not the droids you’re looking for

🎶 You’re hot then you’re cold You’re yes then you’re no You’re in then you’re out You’re up then you’re down 🎶

NO MEANS NO BITCH

gurl you need tHErApY

Wolffish grin, feline grin... what’s next?

YEAH YOU LITTLE FUCK TURD

fUCKING HELL CAN’T SHE GET A FUCKING BREAK

Solution for everything: sex.

I love how they don’t just call it a period lol. Like, gotta make it fancy haha

AWWWW WHY DO THEY HAVE TO FUCKING DO THIS TO MY HEART. I’M GONNA BE AN ABSOLUTE WRECK BY THE END OF THE BOOK IF SJM KEEPS THIS UP.

IT’S TOO FUCKIN LATE YOU INCELS

HOLY SHIT FIONN I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GOTTA STOP SPOILING THINGS SAYING THAT YOU’RE ONLY SAYING IT TO MISLEAD ME. HONESTLY YOUR WORSE THAN SKYE. AT LEAST HER SPOILERS ARE UNINTENTIONAL.

So, Feyre’s like, the avatar of faeries.

DON’T JINX IT YA FUCKER

NO STOP RED ALERT MAYDAY DON’T DO THIS NOW NOT NOW FEYRE PLEASE STOP

Oh Jesus. *can hear Mr. King claiming “jesus doesn’t have anything to do with this!” while we complain about math*

FEYRE UGH SLEEP WITH THE GUY CAUSE YOU FREAKING LOVE HIM NOT FOR “fun and distraction” YOU STOOPID IDJET GURL

I just released a shit ton of tension from my shoulders that I hadn’t even realized I was carrying

Just looked up and realized there’s light coming through my window - fuck. #unintentionalallnighters

FEYRE FEY RE

BID THEYR IN SANG SICE THI (I honestly have no idea what I was trying to say here lmao)

“I love you” “I know”

This is a page turn I’m on a page turn I’m gonna turn the page She it will be revealed That in doing so, In remaking the cauldron, Using HIS power, It will kill him. She’s gonna do it and then turn around to celebrate but he’ll be dead. Like the new Star Wars They kiss And he looks fine But then boom - Dead.

The Being of Platonic philosophy--except that Plato seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction of the Idea. He could never, poor fellow, have seen a bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light and all but quivering under the pressure of the significance with which they were charged; could never have perceived that what rose and iris and carnation so intensely signified was nothing more, and nothing less, than what they were--a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particular in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence.

[Commenting on a Suzuki essay on Zen] “It had been, when I read it, only a vaguely pregnant piece of nonsense.”

At ordinary times the eye concerns itself with such problems as Where?--How far?--How situated in relation to what? In the mescalin experience the implied questions to which the eye responds are of another order. Place and distance cease to be of much interest. The mind does its perceiving in terms of intensity of existence, profundity of significance, relationships within a pattern. 

The mind was primarily concerned, not with measures and locations, but with being and meaning. 

My actual experience had been, was still, of an indefinite duration or alternatively of a perpetual present made up of one continually changing apocalypse. 

Reflecting on my experience, I find myself agreeing with the eminent Cambridge philosopher, Dr. C.D. Broad, “that we should do well to consider much more seriously than we have hitherto been inclined to do with the type of theory which Bergson put forward in connection with memory and sense perception. the suggestion is that the function of the brain and nervous system and sense organs is in the main eliminative and not productive.[...] The function of the brain and nervous system is to protect us from being overwhelmed and confused by this mass of largely useless and irrelevant knowledge, by shutting out most of what we should otherwise perceive or remember at any moment, and leaving only that very small and special selection which is likely to be practically useful.” According to such a theory, each one of us is potentially Mind at Large. But in so far as we are animals, our business is at all costs to survive. 

To make biological survival possible, Mind at Large has to be funneled through the reducing valve of the brain and nervous system. What comes out at the other end is a measly trickle of the kind of consciousness which will help us to stay alive on the surface of this particular planet. 

Every individual is at once the beneficiary and the victim of the linguistic tradition into which he has been born.

...reduced awareness is the only awareness...

Most people, most of the time, know only what comes through the reducing valve and is consecrated as genuinely real by the local language. Certain persons, however, seem to beborn with a kind of by-pass that circumvents the reducing valve. In others, temporary by-passes may be acquired either spontaneously, or as the result of deliberate ‘spiritual exercises,’ or through hypnosis, or by means of drugs.

Through these by-passes [there flows...] something more than, and above all something different from, the carefully selected utilitarian material which our narrowed, individual minds regard as a complete, or at least sufficient, picture of reality.