A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusion.
Everyone tries to make his life a work of art. We want love to last and we know that it does not last; even if, by some miracle, it were to last a whole lifetime, it would still be incomplete. Perhaps, in this insatiable need for perpetuation, we should better understand human suffering, if we knew that it was eternal. It appears that great minds are, sometimes, less horrified by suffering than by the fact that it does not endure. In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day. One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.
Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The term “homosexuality” is a repressive legal categorization.
It exists solely to be declared forbidden, and also to confuse a population by conflating the vast factors of attraction into a rigid binary.
Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.
You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.
Jay DeFeo, “Incision,” 1958-1961; painting; oil and string on canvas mounted on board, 118 in. x 55 5/8 in. x 9 3/8 in. Collection of SFMOMA