Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Heres Tom with the Weather.

Bill Hicks (via dropkicksoul)

I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah, now if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna justify arms dealing when we realize that we’re all one?

Bill Hicks (via dropkicksoul)

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Tiamat is a gigantic dragon, representing Chaos and the saltwater ocean. 

According to an epic Babylonian poem the decendants of Tiamat and Apsu became irritating, so Tiamat proposed that they kill their own offspring. Ea (a water deity) discovered these plans and killed Apsu while he was sleeping.

Tiamat then created an army of monsters to avenge the death of Apsu. Marduk led the gods against them and defeated Tiamat, cutting her body in half. From the upper half, Marduk created the sky, and from the lower half, the earth. 

An unhealthy society is one which creates mutual hostility [and] distrust, which transforms man into an instrument of use and exploitation for others, which deprives him of a sense of self, except inasmuch as he submits to others or becomes an automaton…Yet many psychiatrists and psychologists refuse to entertain the idea that society as a whole may be lacking in sanity. They hold that the problem of mental health in a society is only that of the number of ‘unadjusted’ individuals, and not of a possible unadjustment of the culture itself.

Erich Fromm, The Sane Society (1955)

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin. (via une-quaintrelle)