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The song of the earth is perfect ecstasy. Only the individual mourns and complains.

   Tue, November 13, 2007 - 9:21 PM
You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

Gunshots a long, long way off. At first I thought they were rumbles of thunder. No, it is just idiots making history.

Nothing of any importance can be taught. It can only be learned, and with blood and sweat.

There is no law in nature, therefore no bribery or corruption. There are no priests here, and therefore no sinners. A thousand miles from Man and History I can see that Nature is cyclical, meaningless, and without morality or malice.

The secret of wisdom? Discover every type of idiot you are, overlooking none. The one you overlook is the one that will create you major disasters.

I fear that one little word "is" has driven all of Europe mad.

"is" "is" "is" - the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment.

The young know everything. The mature doubt everything.

Excerpt from: Nature's God by Robert Anton Wilson



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Tue, November 13, 2007 - 9:24 PM
love this post!!!

the first line nailed me in the heart
"You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you"

thank you so much for sharing
Wed, November 14, 2007 - 6:03 AM
yay for the discovery of idiocy!
Wed, November 14, 2007 - 7:42 AM
like all humans are little ecosystems