Maxioms by Alan Watts
I owe my solitude to other people.
I owe my solitude to other people.
The more we try to catch hold of the present moment the more elusive it becomes. It is like trying read more
The more we try to catch hold of the present moment the more elusive it becomes. It is like trying to clutch water in ones hands. The harder we grip, the more it slips through our fingers.
Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.
We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is read more
We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.
