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And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)

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St. Gregory the Illuminator said, ‘We make Idols of our concepts, but wisdom is born of wonder.’ In more modern jargon, we easily hypnotize ourselves with our current models—our maps of existence, our latest reality-tunnels—and wisdom begins when we are shocked out of this hypnosis and realize again that appearances are our own Mickey Mouse creations and we don’t know what is ‘behind’ these appearances.

Robert Anton Wilson.  Semiotext(e) SF. 1989.

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My dear Charles, what we’re really up to is —if we can— to make the world safe for big business: for a new kind of slave state: that’s the first deep current under the surface, evolution towards Hobbes’s Leviathan and away from the individual. And your unhaired woman and your unmasculated man, are part of the engine, worker ants, worker termites, neuters: worthless lives to themselves, which only exist to run the engine, which itself exists only to run. Until it runs down. And then sink with stink ad “Tartara Termagorum”.
E.R. Eddison - A Fish Dinner in Memison (via querubax)
She is the aspect of physical existence of man that cannot be controlled. Thus, man attempts to deny and repress these parts by creating a structure for his existence in which this wild force is unable to fit. But this force, nonetheless, ceaselessly penetrates our structures with its wild force and breaks all attempts at creating a peaceful Eden. Lilith will not lie beneath. This can be viewed as a metaphor of the Mother Earth who does not allow herself to be exploited. At any given moment she can open her womb and swallow man’s phallic monuments. She is the earthquake that devours the skyscrapers and church towers in her womb
Thomas Karlsson, “Qabalah, Qlipoth and Goetic Magic”
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