Il Protagonista Di Questo Romanzo rimase a lungo ad osservare questa scritta.
Era un locale buio, senza luce e senza buio, chiuso ermeticamente.
Dalla strada trafficata della metropoli era spiazzante nella sua desolazione.
Protagonista non riusciva a staccare lo sguardo, probabilmente era rimasto incollato alla porta.
Tentò in tutti i modi di staccarsi, ma la colla era forte
E fu così che piano piano i suoi occhi si abituarono all’oscurità di quel luogo derelitto.
Antiche vestigia apparvero, rimasugli, scheletri e boe elettromagnetiche.
L’imperioso Fantasma Di Questo Romanzo sbucò all’improvviso da un dado chiuso.
Le boe si accesero, un grido riecheggiò in tutto il museum.
Il Protagonista Di Questo Romanzo rimase risucchiato in quel vortice di malcelata esistenza.
“Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.”
(Wu-Men) Forget the years, forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
(Zhuangzi / Chuang Tzu)
(Every man and every woman is a star.)
(I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.)
(Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.)
(The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.)
(There is a single main definition of the object of allmagical Ritual. It is the uniting of the Microcosm with the Macrocosm.)
(True Will directs the individual towards destiny and forces them into the joy of accomplishing what they were meant to accomplish without “lust of result” (outside motivations).
ALCHEMY (Francisco Goya and Carl Gustav Jung):
(Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.)
(We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions)
(Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.) Mysterium coniuctionis. Synchronicity. Unus mundus.
(Mea Vulva, Mea Maxima Vulva!)
(Joe’s Father: It’s actually the souls of the trees that we see in the winter.)
(Joe: Fill all my holes, please.)
(Joe: Each time a word becomes prohibited, you remove a stone from the Democratic foundation … The human qualities can be expressed in one word: Hypocrisy… By the way, I can assure you that women who claim that negros don’t turn them on, they’re lying) (Seligman: Freud says the opposite. He talks about the polymorphic perversion of a child.)
(But you… you’ve fucked thousands of men.)