[b]Haruki Murakami
Once, when I was younger, I thought I could be someone else. I’d move to Casablanca, open a bar, and I’d meet Ingrid Bergman. Or more realistically - whether actually more realistic or not - I’d tune in on a better life, something more suited to my true self. Toward that end, I had to undergo training. I read The Greening of America, and I saw Easy Rider three times. But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn’t anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.[/b]
Exactly!!
But not you, right?
What the hell kind of revolution have you got just tossing out big words that working-class people can’t understand?
Cue Don Trump. And [of course] Fox News.
Artists are those who can evade the verbose.
Cue these guys: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minimalis … visual_art
Unless, of course, their own approach to art is even worse.
I don’t think jealousy has much of a connection with real, objective conditions. Like if you’re fortunate you’re not jealous, but if life hasn’t blessed you, you are jealous. Jealousy doesn’t work that way. It’s more like a tumor secretly growing inside us that gets bigger and bigger, beyond all reason. Even if you find out it’s there, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
Just out of curiosity: Anyone here jealous of me?
Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I’m glad that’s not me. It’s basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.
Let’s figure out how that is applicable here.
So once you’re dead there’s just nothing?
Basically…
I get so scared when I start thinking about this stuff. I can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner. It’s so much easier to just believe in reincarnation.
Anyone here know how to do it? Just believe in something.