Reality is interpretive. The interior interpretive structure and the self are one and the same. When this structure becomes undermined by the self, the self has no where to go, nowhere to hide. Imagine trying to use the sun to block your eyes from the sun. Every thought, every feeling, every movement, every granule of reality must first pass through the undermined structure before the self can receive it. Even the need to correct the undermined structure must first receive clearance from the undermined structure. And so, the self realizes that to truly escape it must end somehow. Which isn't true. Trying to escape the self only tightens the knot. But if one can transcend the self one may find a space where joy is inescapable.

Someone mentioned his Kenyon speech. I was equally moved by this beautiful communication.

I miss you, David.

With bright, bursting love,

Brad

Everything you said can also be said about depressed people who don't kill themselves. I suspect you have just as much scorn and contempt for these people as well. I pity you.

Wallace didn't kill anybody, you know. His contribution to literature was sizable. The man is dead. Don't you think, maybe, in some small way perhaps, that he's square with the house?

Also, you seemed to pride yourself in bashing him when he was alive. I can only guess that through some sick rationale you feel justified, perhaps even entitled, to see it all the way through. Don't have much choice there, do ya? And how embarrassing of you to cast yourself as some kind of champion for impoverished writers. What a bitter farce.

Thank you for tipping your sour hand. Now everyone can see what pathetic cards you've chosen to play. Your hateful bitterness knows no limits. It even chases Wallace into the warm hole of his grave. AT LONG LAST, WALLACE IS DEAD, NOW THE WORLD MAY KNOW HOW I HAVE BEEN MALIGNED! YOU SEE, THE FIX WAS IN! MY OBVIOUS TALENTS HAVE BEEN SHACKLED ALL THIS TIME! LISTEN ONE AND ALL, I CAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN WRIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Classic narcissistic, victim mind.

The mind quakes trying to organize your pathologies. It's difficult to sympathize w/ someone who is so unsympathetic. Please, seek first rate cognitive therapy, like right now.

. . . and suddenly disappear into the World Soul, and feel yourself at one with all of nature. This is well and good. But nature is not the source of that intuition. Worms and rats and weasels do not stare for hours at sunset, and marvel at it's beauty, and transcend themselves in that release--even though their senses are in many cases much sharper than ours, even though they see nature more clearly than we do! No, nature is not the source of this Beauty; nature is the destination. The source is transcendental Spirit, of which nature is a radiant expression.

Ken Wilber --

How can you truly have even-handed coverage when nobody is willing to admit that collectively, the Israeli's possess a higher moral center of gravity than the Palestinians? Instead, they blow the trumpets of equality, until we are deaf, and so blind.

. . . it's not about adding years to life, it's about adding life to years.