More Joint Semi-Posthumous Reflections

(previous installment found here)

Reflection #6

The life of the senses is not worth a jot more than the life of the spirit, or conversely.  To embrace a woman or to write a poem amounts to the same thing.  ...But to embrace a woman and write a poem simultaneously, while chugging a beer and watching the World Series...now there's a thought!

Reflection #7

The world outside the lunatic asylums is no less weird than the world inside.   ...my head!

Reflection #8

The world has often been condemned as evil because someone has slept badly or eaten too much.  The world has often been glorified because someone has just kissed a girl.  ...Quick, someone give Morganna, the Kissing Bandit, the Nobel Peace Prize (and my address)!

Reflection #9

Magic is this: to exchange inside and outside, not under compulsion, not passively...but freely, of your own volition.  Summon up the past, summon up the future: they are both within you.  Up until now you have been the slave of what is inside you.  Learn to master it.  That is magic.  …*waves wand*...shazzam...*poof*, yikes!  Where'd I go?  Magically I'm gone!   The most amazing thing: there is no damn wand.

Reflection #10

There can be no noble, no higher life without the knowledge of the devils and demons and without a constant struggle against them.   Hint: attending a Devils and Demons (D&D) party is the best way of getting to know them!

Hermann Hesse, notforprophet