It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.
It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.
There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.
Wouldn't it be easier to change people's eyes and hair than to build big furnaces and then catch Jews and Gypsies to burn them?
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