With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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SURVIVAL is relative. Nothing lasts forever.
“Nothing will last forever, not Mr. Money and not Mrs. Cunt, nobody and nothing. I find it healthy.”
INDIVIDUALS, nations, and planets exist in time. Sooner or later, they die.
DEATH is relative, too.
“You never leave the bus. Nobody ever leaves the bus. The bus may spit you out for a while but nobody ever leaves the bus.”
WE create the world with our beliefs. This is as true of global ecologies as of our more personal environment — our bodies, our homes.
“In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true, either is true, or becomes true.”
OUR survival, you might say, is a matter of style.
“All I kin say is, when you finds yoself wanderin’ in a peach orchard, ya don’t go around lookin’ for rutabagas.”
UNDERSTANDING this, everything’s a little easier.
“If we live, we live; if we die, we die; if we suffer, we suffer; if we are terrified, we are terrified. There is no problem about it.”
“Please Do Not Clutch at the Gossamer Web.”
“What — Me Worry?”
Alfred E. Neuman