The most beautiful and most profound experience is the sensation of the mystical, it is the sower of all true science.
He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead.
To know that what impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms, this knowledge, this feeling, is at the center of true religiousness!
Numbness
Sometimes I think my emotions are broken.
I have known for some time that I am manic depressive. But, sometimes that does not explain some of the things I go through. Some times I cry for no reason and sometimes something happens that should upset me but doesn’t.
About 30 minutes ago my mother called me and told me that my great-aunt Polly had died. I don’t feel it yet, but I am sure that it will cause me to break down soon. It was kind of a forgone conclusion. Aunt Polly is 81 years old. Her health had been failing for some time. It was not that much of a surprise. I should feel upset right now because I loved aunt Polly to bits. Why do I not feel anything now?
I am so fucked up that even I can’t believe it.
I don’t spend too much time on regret. It’s a wasted emotion.
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Mickey Knox, Natural Born Killers
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