True stability results when presumed order and presumed disorder are balanced.

Whatever goes wrong can be used to your advantage, providing it goes wrong enough.

Time passed. Art came off the walls and became rituals. Ritual became religion. Religion spawned science. Science led to big business. And big business, if it continues on its present, mindless trajectory, could land those lucky enough to survive its ultimate legacy back into caves again.

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.

Meditation... dissolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.