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It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream—making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that co-mingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams [ . . . ] No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone.

Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

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“Who can tell the anguish of the man who sided with the creature against the creator and who, losing the idea of his own innocence, and that of others, judges the creature, and himself, to be as criminal as the creator.”

— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1942-1951

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Hence in ancient Greece masks were magical instruments through which man could relate to the divine in its uniqueness and the human collective with all its terrors, to experience a transcendental oneness with those powers. The mask was the exteriorization in concrete form of the universally human archetypal background of the soul, and symbolized the unification of the individual ego with the hidden ancestors dwelling within him. They bestow on the wearer of the mask a higher kind of being with greatly increased power and freedom. For him who wears the mask all taboos are abolished. He belongs to a world of another order and is, in this sense, free.

Jolande Jacobi, Masks of the Soul

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“One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

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Jewish shoemakers in Luboml, Volhynia region, ca. 1920

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“It is the inactivity of self-will and ego-centred cleverness that makes possible the activity within the emptied and purified soul of the eternal Suchness. And when eternity is known in the heights within, it is also known in the fullness of experience, outside in the world.”

— Aldous Huxley, The Perennial Philosophy

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"Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls."

Ingmar Bergman, quoted from his autobiography The Magic Lantern. 1987.

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Heatwave: Rena Takeda

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Enchantedbooklet

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ANTONIO GORORDO - The Private Dancer (Mananayaw)

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From my book The Secret Name of Things.