This is your life. It doesn't get any better than this. This isn't a seminar. This isn't a weekend retreat. Its only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything.
This is your life. And its ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap.
You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
Your are not your grande latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your fucking khakis.
You have to realize that someday you will die. Untill you know that, you are useless.
I say may I never be contempt.
I say deliver me from Swedish furnitue.
I say deliver me from clever art.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
Welcome to Fight Club.
If this is your first night, YOU HAVE TO FIGHT.
Más allá del bien y del mal, hay otro nivel de conciencia. Nos daremos cuenta cuando estemos ahí.
martes, 14 de junio de 2011
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