Judge not a person on how they greet you, but on how they say goodbye.

Humanity’s shallowness runs pretty deep.

Proud of being modest. Deafeningly quiet. Exceptionally bare. Hiding nothing. Except the Self.

Be your own secret society.

Beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder, it is the eye of the beholder.

This is a dream. I want to be awake in this dream.

That casual disrespect for people who adore you will eventually cancel all your charms. – – – In time.

It’s only the fact that we are all idiots when it comes to love which will save humanity. Because it humbles us. Wisdom is for angels.

Love is the exit.

Karmically, there is no escape, only delays.

We often forget that it’s not reflection we are yearning for. It’s connection. The Other is as important as we are. There is no cosmic dance without the Other. We are all equal. But we are not the same.

Never let anybody desecrate your wound. To heal it, you must honor it. At all costs. ∞ It’s where your essence dwells.  

What distracts me, also destroys me.

If you gaze too long at what you cannot have, what you cannot have will call the authorities.

There is nothing the rich and ruthless love more than to be seen as benefactors.

The cold, dark heart of your paranoia beats with the dream of freedom that you never had.

Bottom line people seldom take into account that one day they will be the ones falling over the bottom line.

Thinking blocks thought. Or so the song goes.

They’ll push you until you pull them.

Mediocrity is merciless. Its fury devours eternity. The crown that can never be owned is the crown most coveted. Even at the price of one’s soul. – – – For Cecil.

Specialness is the devil.

Gentle reminder. It’s the worms that get you in the end.

God save us from envious women, weak men, and our own pride.

Close tabs. Log out. Switch off. Exist.

Ingesting the zeitgeist, producing pretty abridged versions, impressing neophytes, laughing all the way to the bank.

You can peg a narcissist easily by how quickly they appropriate anything they deem of value. Or how profoundly they desire to annihilate everything that resists appropriation.

Restrictions are only useful if they help us assess the space we’re in – inside and out. Otherwise, they’re just glorified chains.

Indie up front, corporate at the back. Biding time. Devouring souls.

We are creating universes of a thousand little possibilities in which the ones that materialize are the ones we more strongly believed will.

Art is condensed experience. Trends are diluted art.

The problem is, once we have something, we want everything.

Silver devil, jump-starting synapses, freezing neurons, unlocking sleeper cells, generating combustible free fall into absolute thought.

Using the tools of enslavement to fight enslavement must be one of the grandest illusions ever sold to the human race.

All these people, looking like rock stars, thinking like accountants.

Living in the space between tragedy, hope, and oblivion.

The shallow, burning pain of giving up on an opportunity for a false start.

The truth reveals itself in stillness. Once you accept it, action flows naturally. Lies require constant movement. Or endless planning.

What if moving on means falling off a cliff?

Light bleeding darkness // Darkness bleeding light (for Mapplethorpe)    

Even if you condensed all that I am into a space not larger than an eye of a needle – I would still not be as small as you need me to be.

Once you have been devastated, your currency is deemed valueless. The fate of countries, and people. In our beautiful world.

With philosophy, as with art, middle ground is always the most bare.

The heartbreak & joy of elegantly fighting a losing battle in an inelegantly rigged fight.