The illusion of the seventh veil was the illusion that you could get somebody else to do it for you. To think for you. To hang on your cross. The priest, the rabbi, the imam, the swami, the philosophical novelist were traffic cops, at best. They might direct you through a busy intersection, but they wouldn't follow you home and park your car.
Tom RobbinsYou know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didnโt last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind.โ Thatโs how it is with dreams,โ said Priscilla. โTheyโre the perfect crime.
Tom RobbinsAre you aware that rushing toward a goal is a sublimated death wish? It's no coincidence we call them 'deadlines.'
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