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The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable!
Space hurls outwards, falconswift, mounting like an irreversible justice, a final disease
Ever since I was a child my reaction to the forbidden has been a stubborn desire to keep pushing: obstacles make something uncontrollably and deeply necessary.
Sometimes we build such high walls for protection that we forget that our greatest enemy can grow from within.
As you sit there and as I sit here, they are going in. They're taking over, and they just walk in and they can do whatever they want. They have essentially already taken it over.
We can step into uncharted territory and relax with the groundlessness of our situation; [we can] dissolve the dualistic tension between us and them, this and that, good and bad, by inviting in what we usually avoid. My teacher described this as leaning into the sharp points.
There are times that insistence of demands becomes the stumbling obstacle, that instead of paving way to something smooth for the realisation of some matters which end up in a ditch of rejection.
There are forces.
The phenomenon develops calmly, but it is invisible, unstoppable. One feels, one sees it born and grow steadily; and it is not in one's power to either hasten or slow it down.
Once a change of direction has begun, even though it's the wrong one, it still tends to clothe itself as thoroughly in the appurtenances of Tightness as if it had been a natural all along.
Life is one long struggle to disinter oneself, to keep one's head above the accumulations, the ever deepening layers of objects ... which attempt to cover one over, steadily, almost irresistibly, like falling snow.
Once more into the breach
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up;
The covers the abyss with a trance
So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Yielding, like ice about to melt.
Movements- driven by such unexpected need, fueled by such a relentless desire, and crashing into unimaginable possibilities.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE CREEPING MAN
Becoming unshakeable through this storm.
We're not really intruding," he called down. "This is all a big misunderstanding."
"Stop right there!" shouted one of them.
Skulduggery held his hand to an ear he didn't have.
"What's that?"
"Stop!"
"Keep going?"
"STOP!"
"OK, we'll keep going.
This is what happens when you take a step: you are moving closer to what you want.
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other.
The thought came creeping, just as the numbness came creeping, stealing over his senses, softly, smoothly, there in the silken silence.
WEEDS AND NETTLES, BRIARS AND THORNS, HAVE THRIVEN UNDER YOUR SHADOW, DISSETTLEMENT AND DIVISION, DISCONTENTMENT AND DISSATISFACTION, TOGETHER WITH REAL DANGERS TO THE WHOLE.
Yet now leaning here, till the gate prints my arm, I feel the weight that has formed itself in my side. Something has formed ... some hard thing.
The barrier has begun to yield.
The rising unto place is laborious, and by pains men come to greater pains; and it is sometimes base, and by indignities men come to dignities. The standing is slippery, and the regress is either a downfall, or at least an eclipse.
No matter that you anticipate a thing; you get so used to it as part of the future that its actuality, its arrival, its force and presence, startles you, takes you by surprise, as would a ghost suddenly appearing in the room wearing familiar perfume and boots.
A becoming in which one never becomes, a becoming whose rule is neither evolution nor asymptote but a certain turning, a certain turning inward, turning into my own / turning on in / to my own self / at last / turning out of the / white cage, turning out of the / lady cage / turning at last.
Ennui is the enemy.
When temptations march monotonously in regiments, one waits for to pass.
A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.
We conquer by continuing.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Conquer with forbearance
The excesses of insolence.
The world is beating a path to our door
Fat had witnessed a benign power which had invaded this world. No other term fitted it: the benign power, whatever it was, had invaded this world, like a champion ready to do battle. That terrified him but it also excited his joy because he understood what it meant. Help had come.
Antisappointment. Anticipation colliding head-on with the certainty of its own doom.
God, I'm ready. I'm taking the limits off of You. I'm enlarging my vision. I may not see a way but I know You have a way. I declare I'm coming into a shift.
Immigration without assimilation is an invasion.
Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival.
I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.
Like a mountain that's growing.
The irresistible force meets the immovable object.
It is rash to intrude upon the piety of others: both the depth and the grace of it elude the stranger.
A spring never free from the pressure of some foreign body at last loses its elasticity; and so does the mind if other people's thoughts are constantly forced upon it.
Ambition, having reached the summit, longs to descend.
The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.
Falling into Place:
deciding everything is falling into place perfectly as long as you don't get too picky about what you mean by place. Or perfectly.
shadow of authority
The near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
Who forces himself on others is to himself a load. Impetuous curiosity is empty and inconstant. Prying intrusion may be suspected of whatever is little.
The foundation stones of a great building are destined to groan and be pressed upon; it is not for them to crown the edifice.
The enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we attack; the enemy retreats, we pursue
I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.
The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.
When you sit on something for so long you can't see beyond it. It's all you can see, so you become locked in it.
Having all these lies so that you could feel special. It's time to let go of fantasy and imagined problems. It's time to embrace the crude and harsh truths.
That the existents, the discourses, the frameworks, your words, your meanings, and your definitions, all begin to fade, away, again
A thought enters; we pamper it; it germinates and grows into an evil act.
crushes the adventurous, the brave, the sensitive, and encourages the timid, the opportunist and time-serving, the sneak and the bully. It surrounds itself with
What we do not confront, we inhabit.
What we do not reject, we accept.
What we do not fight, we become.
Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.
The accretion of dangerous power does not come in a day. It does come, however slowly, from the generative force of unchecked disregard of the restrictions that fence in even the most disinterested assertion of authority.
Look, look! Something's happening.
The armour of others is too wide, or too strait for us; it falls off us, or it weighs us down.
The presence of the present has become insistent, undeniable, and I dare not look away.
Uprooting is by far the most dangerous of the ills of human society, for it perpetuates itself.
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
Evoke at painful junctures, when discouragement threatens to raise its head, the image of a vast cretinous mouth, red blubber and slobbering, in solitary confinement, extruding indefatigably, with a noise of wet kisses and washing in a tub, the words that obstruct it.
Like someone excitedly relating a story, only to find the words petering out, the path gets narrower the further I go, the undergrowth taking over.
Something was about to happen.
Sometimes you build up these walls, you build and you build and you build up these walls and you think they're so strong, but then someone can come along and tip them over with only his fingers, or the weight of his breath.
Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.
Far-stretching, endless Time
Brings forth all hidden things,
And buries that which once did shine.
The firm resolve falters, the sacred oath is shattered;
And let none say, "It cannot happen here".
Pushing aside the overwhelming fears of every horrible thing that will and might be, making room for every magnificent thing that is and might be.
Desiring truth, awaiting it, laboriously distilling a few words, forever desiring
The relentless onslaught of this stupefying imagery that pounds our inner landscapes flat, a carpet-bombing of the mind. The language of the world, that overwhelms us.
The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.
It is one thing to speak of embracing the new, the fresh, the strange. It is another to feel that one is an insect, crawling across a page of the Encyclopedia Britannica, knowing only that something vast is passing by beneath, all without your sensing more than a yawning vacancy.
The illusion of our.
I forgot at the time that this inability to penetrate a room is a particular form of hesitation to be associated with persons in whom an extreme egoism is dominant: the acceptance of someone else's place or dwelling possibly implying some distasteful abnegation of the newcomer's rights or position.
By means of all created things, without excaption, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, when in fact we live steeped in its burning layers
Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.
Frustration, too evident in the cement clench of his jaw.
Distance, the ethereal detached from the flesh and bone.
Impatience, in the soft thrum of his heel as we sit in silence.
Tyranny may creep in under the outward forms of traditional law.
When we shrink from the sight of something, when we shroud it in euphemism, that is usually a sign of inner conflict, of unsettled hearts, a sign that something has gone wrong in our moral reasoning.
A phenomenon that gave rise to my first critical insight into the subtle ruse of power: the prevailing law threatened one with trouble, all to keep one out of trouble. Hence, I concluded that trouble is inevitable and the task, how best to make it, what best way to be in it.
The tree too thick to embrace
emerges from a seedling.
A nine-storey tower rises from a brick.
A thousand-mile journey begins under your feet.
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.
A corruption of intentions.
An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.
Whenever you take a step forward, you are bound to disturb something.
Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life
The game is afoot.
Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast, or a sin that my soul more abhors, than that black and detestable one, ingratitude.
People steal into one's consciousness and occupy what seems, in retrospect, to have been their place all along.
When an idea is wanting, a word can always be found to take its place.
conversation turned ineluctably toward
Impiety, n. Your irreverence toward my deity.
The hostile attitude of conquering nature ignores the basic interdependence of all things and events
that the world beyond the skin is actually an extension of our own bodies
and will end in destroying the very environment from which we emerge and upon which our whole life depends.
Anything that threatens, hinders, obstructs, denies, delays your capacity to stand fully up for yourself, within yourself, take it down.