"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstacies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude."
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William Blake ||| The Doors of Perception (via psychedelicism)
^^This is wrong. This is not William Blake. This is Aldous Huxley. I am disturbed that it has 34 notes.
(via moonsap)