a railroad man
he’ll kill you when he can
and drink up your blood like wine
The Doors of Perception
Posted by – August 25, 2010
The outer world is what we wake up to every morning
of our lives, is the place where… we must try to make our living.
In the inner world there is neither work nor monotony.
We visit it only in dreams
and musings, and its strangeness
is such that we never find the same world on two successive occasions.
What wonder, then, if human beings in their search for the divine have generally preferred to look within!
Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
