Within the laughter lies a collective relief so deep-seated that it becomes a little uncanny.
Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex
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Consider also:
- “The struggle is so (beat) pointless. We live exactly as insects, and yet we look on them with horror, because they are us without justification, without the endless need to do things. The conscious mind is a freak accident, a program for double-checking cause-and-effect logic extended far beyond its purpose, an anti-virus program gone out of control.”
- “And how could the Soul lend itself to any admixture? An essential is not mixed. Or of the intrusion of anything alien? If it did, it would be seeking the destruction of its own nature. Pain must be equally far from it. And Grief- how or for what could it grieve? Whatever possesses Existence is supremely free, dwelling, unchangeable, within its own peculiar nature. And can any increase bring joy, where nothing, not even anything good, can accrue? What such an Existent is, it is unchangeably.”
- “Humanity has proven time and time again that it has a tendency to cross boundaries it shouldn’t.”
- Faith of Tarot
- “This used to be a church-controlled, Calvinistic, sexually repressed, macho, violent, dark-minded, witch-burning country, and our fractured laughter is screaming who-fucking-cares promises of survival into the yawning maw of the void.”