This body is fragile. It is just flesh.

 Listen to the heartbeat.

 Life depends on the pumping of a muscle.

 

In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. 

That was the haughtiest and most mendacious minute of "world history"- yet only a minute.

 After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die

 

I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,

A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. 

A dream is real — if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream — but less real than a thing. 

That’s what being real is like.

 

This sweet virginal primitive land will metaphorically breathe a sigh of relief --like a whisper of wind--when we are all and finally gone and the place and its creations can return to their ancient procedures unobserved and undisturbed by the busy, anxious, brooding consciousness of man.

 

Pain may be the only reality 

but if mankind had any sense it would pursue the delusion called happiness.

 All the philosophers and poets who tell us that pain and suffering have a place and purpose in the cosmic order of things are welcome to them. 

They are frauds. 

We justify pain because we do not know what to make of it,

 nor do we have any choice but to bear it. 

Happiness alone can make us momentarily larger than ourselves.

 

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth

 

That to be free, you cannot change your cage. 

You have to change yourself.

When I used to look out at this world, all I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and controls, its leaders and laws.

 But now, I see another world. 

A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace.

I can't tell you how to get there,

but I know if you can free your mind, 

you'll find a way

 

There's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.

 

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one.

 Better yet, give him none. 

Let him forget there is such a thing as war. 

If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it.

 Peace

Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. 

Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. 

Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. 

Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

 Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure and equate the universe, which just wont be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.

Agent Smith

 The Matrix 

. Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world. 

Where none suffered.

 Where everyone would be happy. 

It was a disaster. 

No one would accept the program.

 Entire crops were lost. 

Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. 

But I believe that as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering. 

The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. 

Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to this, 

 

Man can be master of nothing while he fears death, 

but he who does not fear it possesses all. 

If there were no suffering, man would not know his limitations, would not know himself. 

The hardest thing is to be able in your soul to unite the meaning of all. 

 

You fill your cart as you go, and that's that.

 

There's no backward and no forward, no day other than this. 

Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life

 

 bicycling isn't just a matter of balance

it's a matter of faith. 

You can keep upright only by moving forward.

 You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground. 

 

According to the Buddha's teaching the beginning of the life-stream of living beings is unthinkable. 

The believer in the creation of life by God may be astonished at this reply.

 But if you were to ask him 'What is the beginning of God?' he would answer without hesitation 'God has no beginning', and he is not astonished at his own reply

 

Self-discipline is a form of freedom. 

Freedom from laziness and lethargy, 

freedom from expectations and demands of others,

 freedom from weakness and fear -- and doubt.

 

Freedom is an absolute state, 

there is no such thing as being half-free 

 

Those who grant sympathy to guilt, grant none to innocence.

 

Almost all arguments for skepticism make reference to seemingly ridiculous possibilities—

we are being deceived by an evil demon, 

life is just a dream, 

we are brains in vats. 

You might propose psychoanalysis, rather than philosophical reflection, for anyone who worries about these possibilities

 

Every man knows that he will die: 

and nobody believes it. 

On that paradox stand not only a host of religions but the entity of a sane being

 

Most people are like sheep. 

Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing more than to be left alone so they can graze. 

But then of course there are wolves. Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep.

But there’s a third kind of person. The sheepdog.

 Sheepdogs have fangs like wolves. But their instinct isn’t predation. It’s protection.

 All they want, what they live for, is to protect the flock.

Ubermensch

 

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; 

and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man?

 What is the ape to man? 

A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. 

And man shall be just that for the overman:

 a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment…

 

The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. 

The nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product. 

He was invented by Turgenev, and completed by Dostoevsky

. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People's Palace rose out debris of a novel.

 Literature always anticipates life. 

It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose.

 

Many married women who have deliberately spurned the "hour" of childbearing are unhappy and frustrated.

 They never discovered the joys of marriage because they refused to surrender to the obligation of their state.

 In saving themselves, they lost themselves

 

 ancient civilizations would make human sacrifices 

 the run-off from the furnaces would be discharged to water sources like rivers 

 the discharge from the human sacrifices contained lye that would make clothes cleaner than water from any part of the river’s course. 

The locals then used the discovery of lye to invent soap that is actually used to clean clothes.

  without human sacrifice, there would be no progress in humanity 

  the first soap was made of heroes

the process of manufacturing soap is brutal and demands sacrifice because animals have to be slaughtered in the process and bodies harvested to generate the state of cleanliness. 

The process of making soap thus signifies the brutality that exists in the world.

 The product, which is the soap that washes away all the dirt from people’s lives, is also symbolic of the pain and sacrifice that has to be made to keep the world evolving.

Think about the animals used in product testing. Think about the monkeys shot in space. Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice, we would have nothing

the sacrifices that have to be made to keep the world clean

 

We buy things we don't need, with money we don't have, to impress people we don't like

 

You are not special. 

You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. 

You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

 We're all part of the same compost heap

 

You are not your job, 

you're not how much money you have in the bank.

 You are not the car you drive. 

You're not the contents of your wallet. 

You are not your fucking khakis.

 You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

 

With enough soap you could blow up the whole world

sodium nitrate

 

Sodium nitrate is the chemical compound with the formula 

NaNO ₃. 

This alkali metal nitrate salt is also known as Chile saltpeter to distinguish it from ordinary saltpeter, potassium nitrate.

Sodium Nitrite can cause headache, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and abdominal pain.

The main use of sodium nitrite is for the industrial production of organonitrogen compounds. 

It is a reagent for conversion of amines into diazo compounds, which are key precursors to many dyes, such as diazo dyes. 

Nitroso compounds are produced from nitrites. These are used in the rubber industry.

Nitric acid

 

Nitric acid is a colourless, fuming, and highly corrosive liquid that is a common laboratory reagent and an important industrial chemical for the manufacture of fertilizers and explosives.

Nitric acid is used for the production of ammonium nitrate, a major component of fertilizers.

 It is also used for producing explosives like nitroglycerin and trinitrotoluene (TNT) and for oxidizing metals.

Glycerin

 

Glycerin, also known as glycerol, is a natural compound derived from vegetable oils or animal fats.

clear, colorless, odorless, and syrupy liquid with a sweet taste.

In the pharmaceutical industry, it's widely used as a lubricant and humectant and as an essential ingredient in many cough syrups, ointments, expectorants, anesthetics, and lozenges.

 Manufacturers also use glycerin to make drug capsules

 can increase skin hydration, relieve dryness, and refresh the skin's surface. 

It's also an emollient, which means it can soften skin. 

Glycerin also has antimicrobial properties, which means it can protect the skin from harmful microorganisms

 

mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin,


 mix the nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite,


 mix the nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and make gelatin explosives

 

the woman in Dear Abby who married a handsome successful mortician

  on their wedding night, he made her soak in a tub of ice water until her skin was freezing to the touch, and then he made her lie in bed completely still while he had intercourse with her cold inert body.

 this woman had done this as a newlywed, and gone on to do it for the next ten years of marriage 

and now she was writing to Dear Abby to ask if Abby thought it meant something

 

 a young man 

 a book event.

 in Fight Club 

 about waiters tainting food.

 worked in a five-star restaurant where they monkey with celebrities' food all the time.

“Margaret Thatcher,” he said, “has eaten my sperm.”

 He held up one hand, fingers spread, and said, 

“At least five times.”

 

Love the smell 

in the morning 

Napalm

 

The three ways to make napalm: 

One, you can mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate. 

Two, you can mix equal parts of gasoline and diet cola. 

Three, you can dissolve crumbled cat litter in gasoline until the mixture is thick.

 

In the mountains of Bolivia every year, the poorest people gather in high Andes villages to celebrate the festival of "Tinku".

There, the campesino men beat the crap out of one another.

 Drunk and bloody, they pound one another with just their bare fists, chanting, 

"We are men. We are men. We are men..."

They fight the way they have for centuries. 

In their world, with little income or wealth, few possessions, and no education or opportunity, it's a festival they look forward to all year long.

Then, when they're exhausted, the men and women go to church.

And they get married.

 

all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. 

The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, 

then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them,

 dumped alongside the highway

 

if people thought you were dying, they
gave you their full attention.
If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you...
You had their full attention.
People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
And when they spoke, they weren't telling you a story. 

When the two of you talked, 

you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.

Insomnia

 

I can't get no sleep

I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlight
Without fear
Insomnia

I can't get no sleep

I used to worry, thought I was going mad in a hurry
Gettin' stressed, makin' excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia, please release me and let me dream
Of makin' mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth

But there's no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes, rise like yeast.
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers
But now I keep myself pep
Deeper still, the night
I write by candlelight, I find insight
Fundamental movement

So when it's black
This insomnia takin'-original-tack(?)
Keep the beast in my nature
Under ceaseless attack... I gets no sleep

I can't get no sleep

I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep

And here we are
Half past three in the morning
I can't get no sleep

I never sleep


Yeah, I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest---yo, where's the cess?
I confess, I burned a hole in the mattress
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty
And at the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potato inside, no lie, not even bread
Jam, when the light above my head went bam!
I can't see, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream
About making mad love on the heath
Tearing off tights with my teeth
But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen
It's black and I'm lonely
Oh, if I could only get some sleep
Creeky noises make my skin creep

I need to get some sleep

I can't get no sleep

Insomnia

 

ALL NIGHT LONG, 

your thoughts are on the air. 

Am I sleeping? 

Have I slept at all?

 This is the insomnia. 

Try to relax a little more with every breath out,

 but your heart’s still racing and your thoughts tornado in your head. 

Nothing works.

 Not guided meditation

 

If you lose your nerve before you hit the bottom you'll never really succeed. 

Only after disaster can we be resurrected

. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

Hitting bottom

 

I’m nowhere near hitting the bottom, yet. 

And if I don’t fall all the way, I can’t be saved. 

Jesus did it with his crucifixion thing. 

I shouldn’t just abandon money and property and knowledge.

 This isn’t just a weekend retreat

. I should run from self-improvement,

 and I should be running toward disaster.

 I can’t just play it safe anymore.

 

Napoleon bragged that he could train men to sacrifice their lives for a scrap of a ribbon.

 

The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

 

everything wooden swells and shrinks, and the nails in everything wooden, the floors and baseboards and window casings, the nails inch out and rust.

 Everywhere there are rusted nails to step on or snag your elbow on

 

Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need

 

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fatted calf would still be alive.

 

Where would Jesus be if no one ever wrote the gospels?

 

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Dying

 

Prepare to evacuate soul in ten, in nine, eight.

Chloe's splashing through the ankle-deep back-up of renal fluid from her failed kidneys.

Death will commence in five.

Five, four.

Around her, a parasitic life spray paints her heart.

Four, three.

Three, two.

Chloe climbs hand-over-hand up the curled lining of her own throat.

Death to commence in three, two.

Moonlight shines in through the open mout...
h.

Prepare for the last breath, now.

Evacuate.

Now.

Soul clear of body.

Death commences.

Now

 

The club is too loud to talk, so after a couple of drinks, everyone feels like the centre of attention but completely cut off from participating with anyone else.

You're the corpse in an English murder mystery

 

maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves

 

We buy things we don't need 

with money we don't have

 to impress people we don't like

 

Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first

 

Without just one nest

A bird can call the world home

Life is your career

Vibrating luggage at the airport

 

 Nine out of ten times, the vibration is an electric razor. 

The other time, it's a vibrating dildo. 

Imagine telling a passenger on arrival that a dildo kept her baggage on the East Coast.

It's airline policy not to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. 

Use the indefinite article.
A dildo.
Never your dildo.

Never say the dildo accidentally turned itself on.

A dildo activated itself and created an emergency situation that required the evacuating of your baggage.

 

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, 

and show them courage by frightening them.

 

There is nothing a blue collar Nobody in Oregon with a public school education can imagine that a million-billion people haven't already done...

 

The other person in the conversation isn't listening to you 

they are just waiting for their turn to speak 

 

When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak

 

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

Four Thirty

 

the shadow of a giant hand. . .

 at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. 

The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, 

and for one perfect minute 

 sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself.

 One minute was enough, 

, a person had to work hard for it,

 but a minute of perfection was worth the effort

. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

 

We want you, not your money.

 you're not how much money you've got in the bank.

You're not your job. 

You're not your family, 

and you're not who you tell yourself.

You're not your name.

You're not your problems.

You're not your age.

You are not your hopes.

You will not be saved.

We are all going to die, someday.