Humbleness of the most soothingly lucid antiquity in which
permeates life and man so honest; one now has truly experienced the only
perfection in a total balance of earnest unfiltered justice and freedom.
Judge not anything or discredit any form given to you in
life. One too many these days will play far too many jests and games. Without
the lawful and aware justification that we are just simply borrowing our energy
inside, will find that one-day in either consciousness or ignorance. We must
and will be expected to return this gift; whether by kaleidoscopes of reverent
sanction or that of more commonly ripping, confusion, and chaos.
Nature is as cruel as total oblivion, but by that right
nature is also the infinite source of comedy and bliss. Embrace that which is
like a vine of thorns, coax it to grow and wrap its intoxicating poisonous
thorns into ones tender warm flesh. For if you can accept and admire it’s
seething pain, you will always when you least expect, but need the most. Be
greeted by the grand adorn of roses and blooms yielding such a sweet
intoxication and amaze that never shall you question again the pain and torment
of such.
“The true object in my “Opium Confessions” is not the naked
physiological theme – on the contrary, that
is the ugly pole, the murderous spear, the halbert – but those wandering
musical variations on the theme – those parasitic thoughts, feelings,
digressions, which climb up with bells and blossoms round about the arid stock;
ramble away from it at times with perhaps too rank a luxuriance; but at the
same time, by the external interest attached to the subjects of these digressions, no matter what were the execution,
spread a glory over incidents that for themselves would be – less than
nothing.”
Suspiria de Profundis: by Thomas de Quincy from his Confessions of an English Opium Eater
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