The Island of the Soul

bryanne cote

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 ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies — all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.”

Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

     How can any individual human being amongst the vast population ever be truly positive that they have successfully conveyed an emotion or experience to another human being? Personal experience pours into one’s perception at…

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Edgar Allan Foe

mostly poet / witch / do-er of arts and assorted others / friend of coffee Leo Sun / Cancer Rising / Aquarius Moon

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