Sou ”Passolargo” para um homem gordo que vive num lugar a apenas um dia de marcha de inimigos que congelariam seu coração, ou deixariam sua pequena cidade em ruínas, se não fosse guardado continuamente. Mesmo assim, não aceitaríamos outra vida. Se as pessoas estão livres do medo e da preocupação, é porque são simples, e devemos mante-las assim em segredo. Essa tem sido a tarefa do meu povo, enquanto os anos vão se alongando e o capim vai crescendo.
Mother Monkey and Child by Mu-Ch’i
circa mid 13th century
ink on silk
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in the books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, It’s not sweet and harmonious like invented stories; It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
An old ad by the AMORC.
Fringe just reminds me how X-Files is good. How I miss Mulder, Scully, and everyone actually…
No matter how much I wanted all those things that I needed money to buy, there was some devilish current pushing me off in another direction — toward anarchy and poverty and craziness. That maddening delusion that a man can lead a decent life without hiring himself out as a Judas Goat.
i am not yours.
i did not make the long hard journey through and across the spirit world
be a man’s ocean.
my body is not yours.
my mouth is not yours.
my water is not yours.
nothing i am belongs to you
unless i decide
open my hand
give it to you.
I became friends with death through all the sufferings I had to endure to become a shaman. In shamanism one has to know death. More than anything else, death is very close to the shaman… it accompanies us.
Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.
Anonymous artist - Hercules Overpowering the Nemean Lion (After Raphael). N.d., before 1520
Confusing and Drowning Flux of Blood | Takato Yamamoto
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