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Our Minds Can Shape The Way A Thing Will Be Because We Act According To Our Expectations.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

Nothing Is Sadder Than Laughter; Nothing More Beautiful, More Magnificent, More Uplifting And Enriching Than The Terror Of Deep Despair.

The Young Watch Television Twenty-four Hours A Day, They Don't Read And They Rarely Listen. This Incessant Bombardment Of Images Has Developed A Hypertrophied Eye Condition That's Turning Them Into A Race Of Mutants. They Should Pass A Law For A Total Reeducation Of The Young, Making Children Visit The Galleria Borghese On A Daily Basis.

No Matter What Happens, Always Keep Your Childhood Innocence. It's The Most Important Thing.