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“Nothing, in fact, is as universal or as ancient as the iniquitous and absurd; truth and justice, on the contrary, are the least universal, the youngest features in the development of human society.”

— Mikhail Bakunin, God and the State

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how many books do I want to read? all of them. there is no limit. my frail body will one day be crushed under the weight of my tbr pile and my mind will rejoice at all the lives I have lived, at all the new words that I have learnt and yet there will still be more books that I wish to read. i am simply a gaping chasm that only books can fill.

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"The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world"

- The Philosophy of Composition, 1846

wow, she remembered about Inktober……… I'm a little late with posting, but oh well day 1. Dream

Dreams of birds and tea, and magic😌✨

“When I’m with you, I feel a kind of calm I’ve never felt in my life. I’m tangled up in you and you’re tangled up in me and it feels right. Like it was meant to be.”

— Rachel Gibson, Tangled Up In You

Don't expect anything to happen. Just wait. This waiting is a deep acceptance of the moment as such. Nietzsche called it amor fati-unquestioning love of whatever has fated you to be here. You reach a point where you're just sitting there, asking, "What is this?" but with no interest in an answer. The longing for an answer compromises the potency of the question. Can you be satisfied to rest in this puzzlement, this perplexity, in a deeply fo cused and embodied way? Just waiting without any expectations?

Ask "What is this?," then open yourself completely to what you "hear" in the silence that follows. Be open to this question in the same way as you would listen to a piece of music. Pay total attention to the polyphony of the birds and wind outside, the oc casional plane that flies overhead, the patter of rain on a window. Listen carefully, and notice how listening is not just an opening of the mind but an opening of the heart, a vital concern or care for the world, the source of what we call compassion or love.

🌿 Stephen Batchelor, The Art of Solitude

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