Jane tried to convert me to religion. I tried to introduce her to Freud.

How can you've lived for so long and still not get it? This self obsession is a waste of living. It could be spend in surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing.

Keep the channel open.

There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time this expression is unique. and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it! It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.

He understood why the biologist liked this part of the world, how you could lose yourself here in a hundred ways. How you could even become someone very different from who you thought you were. His thoughts became still for hours of his search. The frenetic need to analyze, to atomize the day or the week fell away from him—and with it the weight and the buzz of human interaction and interference, which could no longer dwell inside his skull.

Movements for animal rights are not irrational denials of human uniqueness; they are a clear-sighted recognition of connection across the discredited breach of nature and culture. Biology and evolutionary theory over the last two centuries have simultaneously produced modern organisms as objects of  knowledge and reduced the line between humans and animals to a faint trace re-etched in ideological struggle or professional disputes Between life and social science. Within this framework, teaching modern Christian creationism should be fought of as a form of child abuse.

The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

Ta'Ra

The whole of human history is nothing new, the whole of your personal story is nothing true, you can do with it whatever you want to do — flick a switch, scratch the record off, look behind the veil. Anything you don’t want, discard; anything that hurts, let go. None of it’s real, you know — all that pain, all that regret, all that doubt, not thin enough, not a good enough mum, not a good enough son, not a good enough bum. You are enough; you’re enough; there’s nothing you can buy or try on that’s going to make you any better, because you couldn’t be any better that you are.

Drag your past around if you like, an old dead decaying ox of what you think they might’ve thought or what might’ve been if you’d done what you ought. That which needs to burn, let it burn. If the idea doesn’t serve you, let it go. If it separates you from the moment, from others, from yourself, let it go.

The hard part is when everyone around you thinks they know who you are and they try to lay claim to you and you are trapped.