“Life, strangely enough, is constantly being reinvented, and loved, even though a tinfoil brain will bring forth crumpled images, and a trampled torso will ooze misery. And yet, it is still a beautiful thing when a man abandons his three square meals a day and his adding machine and his family and goes off to follow a beautiful star. Life is still magnificent as long as one maintains the illusion that an entire world can be conjured from a tiny patch of earth.” LifeBeautyRevolutionTransendentalismUnhabitual Book:Mr. Kafka and Other Tales from the Time of the Cult Source: Mr. Kafka and Other Tales from the Time of the Cult