The more deeply scientists look into the animal mind, the more they’re discovering it to be a place of richness, joy, thought and even nuance. There are the parrots that don’t just mimic words but appear to understand them, for example, assembling them into what can only be described as sentences. There are the gorillas and bonobos that can do the same with sign language or pictograms. Those abilities are hard to dismiss, but they also miss the point; they are, in many way, limited gifts — animals doing things humans do, but much less well.
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I met someone two days ago that told me a version of this story.
Death just gets sexier and sexier.
Prince Siddhartha had given up his princely palace and entered the forest to join the ascetic holy men of the forest the Semana. He sat motionless in meditation for hours each day and ate only a few bites of rice and drank only spring water. His ears no longer weighted down with earrings of gold…
A parable written by Sam.
|—||Robert Adams (via thelittlephilosopher)|
|—||Seneca, Epistles (via whyallcaps)|
The Involuted Negator by James Roper
Electric Wizard - Saturnine
Now getting my trip’s worth of EW.
Electric Wizard is spiritual. Music of the era of my life, where I’ve met the Green Goddess, seen The Good once more, met a Devil, been soul poisoned by a Devil, have become my Ideal self for brief experiences, have become many selves with many forms, have evolved my spirit into a hunter of Fear, have turned my mind into the Halls of Hell, collector of suffering, observer of the universe and humankind, developer of consciousness, explorer of Doom, exalter of ecstasy through all modes of experience and all emotions.
a black sun rises everyday
shadows cross my path as if to say
“change your ways, change your life
look up to the sky”
tomorrow’ll soon be here then time to die
I hear if [a?] death bell tolling out my life
every strike another plunging of the knife
mistakes I’ve made lead me to an early grave
I know it’s too late I can’t be saved
saturnine for all time the only way I’ve ever been
saturnine in my mind high I sail the astral sea
saturnine for all time I’ll never find a way to be free
saturnine in my mind load another hit of weed
as I invoke these words from blackened page
through the black arts I will find a way
to bring you back through space and time to me
my priestess of mars set me free…
you got a fuckin problem officer