come, my lily, my fringy queen
7:55There is sun and there are shadows

There are sharp rents in reality here

am i lost or have i found myself

am i found or have i lost myself


I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.

1:33We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally.

Edvard Munch self portrait taken while undergoing treatment for his mental health at a clinic in Denmark, 1908-09
7:50Only when we name and gather our own mixed-race communities can we begin to create a culture of our own. When we mix blue and yellow, we do not call that color half blue and half yellow. We do not call it mixed-color. We call it green. I am not half of any race, I am all of my own race. I am not a mutt, half-breed, or less-than. I am a homogenous human being and it’s about time I get my own fucking color. Rather than submit myself to choosing between two races and cultures that will never come to fully accept me, I choose to identify myself as racially non-conforming. As racially non-conforming, I do not have to accept the erasure of the non-white part of me by white people, and I can choose not to include myself in POC spaces where my white-passing privilege may make others uncomfortable. Rather, I create my own space – a space for me to feel whole, and a space that I can claim as my own without fear or hesitation. I am racially non-conforming, as I will not let anyone else define me.

'career cubicle (daydream)' Bic biro drawing on 1935 certificate'
7:48The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes | I Don't Wanna Pray