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“Everyone should eat hashish, BUT ONLY ONCE”
Dali
really though.
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“Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”
Bob
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“I have found a serene retreat in peaceful solitude…
But I have learned by experience that these senses sometimes mislead me, and it is prudent never to trust wholly those things which have once deceived us…
I must remember that I am a man, and that consequently I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake, or sometimes things which are even less plausible…
…this head that I shake is not drugged with sleep…
For in truth painters, even when they use the greatest ingenuity in attempting to portray sirens and satyrs in bizarre and extraordinary ways, nevertheless cannot give them wholly new shapes and natures, but only invent some particular mixture composed of parts of various animals: or even perhaps their imagination is sufficiently extravagant that they invent something so new that nothing like it has ever been seen, and so their work represents something purely imaginary and absolutely false, certainly at the very least the colours of which they are composed must be real…
At this point there will perhaps be some persons who would prefer to deny the existence of so powerful a God, rather than to believe that everything else is uncertain…
I suppose, accordingly, that everything that I see is false; I convince myself that nothing has ever existed of all that my deceitful memory recalls to me. I think that I have no senses; and i believe that body, shape, extension, motion, and location are merely inventions of my mind…
I am, I exist – that is certain; but for how long do I exist? For as long as I think; for it might perhaps happen, if i totally ceased thinking, that I would at the same time cease to be…”
Descartes
