Sorcerers say that we are inside a bubble. It is a bubble into which we are placed at the moment of our birth. At first the bubble is open, but then it begins to close until it has sealed us in. That bubble is our perception. We live inside that bubble all of our lives. And what we witness on its round walls is our own reflection.
— Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan
Blind is the world; Few see clearly here. As birds who escape from nets are few, Few go to heaven.
Those who believe that what appears is real Are stupid, like cows. Those who believe that emptiness is real Are even stupider.
YOU ARE IN A MAZE OF TWISTY LITTLE PASSAGES, ALL ALIKE.
I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?'
—Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
—Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
— The Truman Show
Craig Schwartz: There's a tiny door in my office, Maxine. It's a portal and it takes you inside John Malkovich. You see the world through John Malkovich's eyes... and then after about 15 minutes, you're spit out... into a ditch on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike. Maxine: Sounds great! Who the fuck is John Malkovich? Craig Schwartz: Oh, he's an actor. He's one of the great American actors of the 20th century. Maxine: Oh yeah? What's he been in? Craig Schwartz: Lots of things. That jewel thief movie, for example. He's very well respected. Anyway, the point is... this is a very odd thing. It's supernatural, for lack of a better word. I mean, it raises all sorts of philosophical-type questions, you know... about the nature of self, about the existence of a soul. You know, am I me? Is Malkovich Malkovich? I had a piece of wood in my hand Maxine. I don't have it any more. Where is it? Did it disappear? How could that be? Is it still in Malkovich's head? I don't know! Do you see what a metaphysical can of worms this portal is? I don't see how I could go on living my life the way I've lived it before.
— Being John Malkovich
— I Heart Huckabees
O fragile human, ashes of ashes, and filth of filth! Say and write what you see and hear. But since you are timid in speaking, and simple in expounding, and untaught in writing, speak and write these things not by human mouth, and not by the understanding of human invention, and not by the require- ments of human composition, but as you see and hear them on high in the heavenly places in the wonders of God.
—Hildegard of Bingen, describing her vision
I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me."
Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad … mathematicians go mad.
Wilson describes himself as a 'guerrilla ontologist,' signifying his intent to attack language and knowledge the way terrorists attack their targets: to jump out from the shadows for an unpro- voked attack, then slink back and hide behind a hearty belly laugh. — Robert Sheaffer, The Skeptical Inquirer
—as quoted in Prometheus Rising
Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man as he sees himself, each man as the other person sees him, and each man as he really is.
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Hm, that won't do. Let's try this again, but less cryptic. Once more, without feeling.
- Have you ever been to the West Coast? In Portland, they have a motto: keep
Portland weird. I like that. I think the internet is losing a lot of its weirdness. The corporations are taming it, man! It's eternal September! This is a weirdness infusion, 3 CCs, scheduled: yesterday!