Reality is the original Rorschach.

And so it is that we do not exist until we do; and then it is that we play with our world of existent things, and order and disorder them, and so it shall be that non-existence shall take us back from existence, and that nameless spirituality shall return to Void, like a tired child home from a very wild circus.

I don’t know man, I didn’t do it.

Reality is the original Rorschach.

The human race will begin solving its problems on the day that it ceases taking itself so seriously.

We are not engaged in a complicated joke disguised as a religion. We are engaged in a religion disguised as a complicated joke.

To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder