“Myth is a reality immeasurably greater than concept. It is high time that we stopped identifying myth with invention, with the illusions of primitive mentality, and with anything, in fact, which is essentially opposed to reality… The creation of myths among peoples denotes a real spiritual life,
more real indeed than that of abstract concepts and rational thought. Myth is always concrete and expresses life better than abstract thought can do; its nature is bound up with that of symbol. Myth is the concrete recital of events and original phenomena of the spiritual life symbolized in the natural world, which has engraved itself on the language memory and
creative energy of the people… it brings two worlds together symbolically.”

- NICOLAS BERDYAEV

We used to have three swings in our backyard. One was a white wire couch-swing, and the latticed metal would crisscross on your bare flesh and hurt after while but it was great and calming if you had a cushion, it had quite a rocking chair effect. The other two swung very high. One was a smooth white metal, which my bum liked, and the other was sort of gunmetal coloured and serrated, which my bum did not like much. I always wanted the white one when sitting and swinging, and grey one when standing up. If you swung really high while standing up, you could see over the rooftops of the houses beyond ours, and right at the mine dumps. My favourite thing to do however, was twirling around so that the swing ropes twisted above me and then in a counter direction, untwisted around me. I loved that twirl-untwirl feeling, and I was very sad when I got home one day and all three swings were gone.

We used to have three swings in our backyard. One was a white wire couch-swing, and the latticed metal would crisscross on your bare flesh and hurt after while but it was great and calming if you had a cushion, it had quite a rocking chair effect. The other two swung very high. One was a smooth white metal, which my bum liked, and the other was sort of gunmetal coloured and serrated, which my bum did not like much. I always wanted the white one when sitting and swinging, and grey one when standing up. If you swung really high while standing up, you could see over the rooftops of the houses beyond ours, and right at the mine dumps. My favourite thing to do however, was twirling around so that the swing ropes twisted above me and then in a counter direction, untwisted around me. I loved that twirl-untwirl feeling, and I was very sad when I got home one day and all three swings were gone.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

 Rocks dont see it.

 Bless and sit down.

 Forgive and forget.

 Practice kindness all day to everybody

 and you will realize you’re already

 in heaven now.

 That’s the story.

 That’s the message.

 Nobody understands it,

 nobody listens, they’re

 all running around like chickens with heads cut

 off. I will try to teach it but it will

 be in vain, s’why I’ll

 end up in a shack

 praying and being

 cool and singing

 by my woodstove

 making pancakes.

- JACK KEROUAC

"When we ask for the abolition of the state and its organs we are always told that we dream of a society composed of men better than they are in reality. But no; a thousand times, no. All we ask is that men should not be made worse than they are, by such institutions!"
- Peter Kropotkin

Terror

"I am afraid of everything. I am not by nature a profound thinker, and I take little interest in such questions as the life beyond the grave, the destiny of humanity, and, in fact, I am rarely carried away to the heights. What chiefly frightens me is the common routine of life from which none of us can escape. I am incapable of distinguishing what is true and what is false in my actions, and they worry me. I recognize that education and the conditions of life have imprisoned me in a narrow circle of falsity, that my whole life is nothing else than a daily effort to deceive myself and other people, and to avoid noticing it; and I am frightened at the thought that to the day of my death I shall not escape from this falsity. To-day I do something and to-morrow I do not understand why I did it. I entered the service in Petersburg and took fright; I came here to work on the land, and here, too, I am frightened… . I see that we know very little and so make mistakes every day. We are unjust, we slander one another and spoil each other’s lives, we waste all our powers on trash which we do not need and which hinders us from living; and that frightens me, because I don’t understand why and for whom it is necessary. I don’t understand men, my dear fellow, and I am afraid of them. It frightens me to look at the peasants, and I don’t know for what higher objects they are suffering and what they are living for. If life is an enjoyment, then they are unnecessary, superfluous people; if the object and meaning of life is to be found in poverty and unending, hopeless ignorance, I can’t understand for whom and what this torture is necessary. I understand no one and nothing."

- ANTON CHEKHOV

(I swear, this guy always makes me feel more ‘me’ somehow)