A refined pleasure: noticing the ironic
juxtaposition of unlike books by the shelving
procedure. But seldom am i objective enough
to feel this in the presence of personality
clashes, which are really no different in origin.
These always seem like emblems of
destruction...

So you think you're the only alien? every human
is an alien on Planet Cancer--and we blame
ourselves for not fitting in.

The dogma that the Real is the True denies the
experience of Transcendence, in which the self
becomes more True but less Real. --But
the dogma that the Real is never the True, denies
the experience of being in Love, when they coincide.

...our lives are precarious
as those ancient tenements
that totter into dust
at the slam of a door

nor is our faith firmer
nor is our word
nor our deeds--
we are free radicals

changes on the way to something stable

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"These slums where wild illusions pullulate" --Emil
Verch