Hiked To The Top Of A Small Mountain And There Was A Register Book On Top, Found This In There.

She demands a great deal from life; she reads, dreams of love —always of love.

Ivan Turgenev, A Correspondence (1855)

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942; tr. by Philip Thody  

“I know your supreme form, which is ever present and all-pervading like space. Similarly, I know your inferior form, which is indeed like water in a mirage.

I have neither guru nor instruction, neither attributes nor action. Know for certain I am incorporeal like space and absolutely pure by nature.

You are absolutely pure. You are without any body and mind, and beyond maya. Do not be ashamed to say, “I am the Atman–the Supreme Reality." 

O mind, why do you weep? You are truly the Atman. Be one with It. Drink, O my dear, the supreme nectar of the boundless ocean of nondual Brahman. 

Indeed, there is not an iota of attachment or detachment in your real nature. Truly, you have not the slightest form of desire. I am Existence-Knowledge-Bliss and boundless as space

Truly, there is no one who meditates within your heart; therefore you have no samadhi. There is no meditation within your heart because there is no space without. Indeed, there is no object of meditation within your heart as there is no object or time. I am Existence-Knowledge-Bliss and boundless as space.

I have told you the quintessence of the Supreme Reality. There is neither you nor I nor superior nor teacher nor disciple. The Ultimate Reality is simple and spontaneous. I am Existence-Knowledge-Bliss and boundless as space.”

-Avadhuta Gita

The Stranger (1967)

Tame Impala - 9/2/16

To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

Albert Camus, The Fall (via philosophybits)