“It happens the second you leave the reservation. Not for a vacation. Not for a resort where they speak English and bring you drinks with little umbrellas. The world stops being a globe sitting on a teacher’s desk and becomes a living, breathing, bleeding animal. You see how big it is. You see how terrifyingly small you are.” AuthenticityComfort ZoneEgo DeathModern PhilosophyVisceral RealityThe SublimeThe Cost Of SeeingWorldview BreakTravel NoirAnti Tourism Book:Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken” Source: Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
“Can the ego put itself to death? For many-headed is this surrounding Hydra; one head cut off, two more appear—unless the right caustic is applied to the mutilated stump. The original departure into the land of trials represented only the beginning of the long and really perilous path of initiatory conquests and moments of illumination. Dragons have now to be slain and surprising barriers passed—again, again, and again. Meanwhile there will be a multitude of preliminary victories, unretainable ecstasies, and momentary glimpses of the wonderful land.” Again And AgainEgo Death Book:The Hero with a Thousand Faces Source: The Hero with a Thousand Faces
“For, indeed, this is the great horror, solitude, when the soul can no longer bathe in the ever-changing mind, laugh as its sunlit ripples lap its skin, but, shut up in the castle of a few thoughts, paces its narrow prison, wearing down the stone of time, feeding on its own excrement. There is no star in the blackness of that night, no foam upon the stagnant and putrid sea. Even the glittering health that the desert brings to the body, is like a spear in the soul's throat. The passionate ache to act, to think: this eats into the soul like a cancer. It is the scorpion striking itself in its agony, save that no poison can add to the tortue of the circling fire; no superflux of anguish relieve it by annihilation. But against these paroxisms is an eightfold sedative. The ravings of madness are lost in soundless space; the struggles of the drowning man are not heeded by the sea.” MeditationDesertThelemaEgo Death1914 Book:The Soul of the Desert Source: The Soul of the Desert