Kindle Notes & Highlights
there are no calendars in the mountains"
(an empty water glass is no less empty than a universe full of nothing)-the desk is under the pencil.
"Love is a process of the incomprehensible human soul: love also incomprehensible but still only a process. The process should work to a completion, not to some horror of intensification and extremity wherein the soul and body ultimately perish. The completion of the process of love is the arrival at a state of simple, pure self-possession, for man and woman. Only that."
Key to evolution adaptability: the organism alters itself rather than continue fruitless competition.
Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.)
My love thoughts these days Come thick like the summer grass Which soon as cut and raked
Grows
beautiful
Wisdom without compassion feels no pain.
No one today can afford to be innocent, or to indulge themselves in
ignorance of the nature of contemporary governments, politics, and social orders.
For Americans, nature means wilderness, the untamed realm of total freedom-not brutish and nasty, but beautiful and terrible. Something is always eating at the American heart like acid: it is the knowledge of what we have done to our continent, and to the American Indian.
Mammals are like us, they fuck and give birth to babies while panting and purring; their young suck their mothers' breasts; they know terror and delight, they play.
