I only want the truth so tonight we drink to youth

I want to go where the wild things are,

where the kites fly high

and the sadness shield is big enough for all of us

MK Ultra

“Project MK-ULTRA, or MKULTRA, was the code name for a covert CIA interrogation research program, run by the Office of Scientific Intelligence. This official U.S. government program began in the early 1950s, continuing at least through the late 1960s, and it used United States citizens as its test subjects. The published evidence indicates that Project MK-ULTRA involved the surreptitious use of many types of drugs, as well as other methods, to manipulate individual mental states and to alter brain function.”

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“Sa facem ca tot ceea ce am planuit sa devina realitate. sa-i facem sa creada si sa rada de propiile lor pasiuni. pentru ca tot ceea ce numesc pasiune este, de fapt, o anume energie emotionala produsa de frecarea sufletelor lor cu lumea exterioara. Si, ce-i mai important, sa-i facem sa creada in ei insisi.” (Stalker- 1979)

stay

what if this was all a dream and it had the whole world in it?

Stay (2005)

Intre lumi

Trec dintr-o viata intr-alta
Mangaind usor
Coama leului somn
De la intrare,
S-a obisnuit cu mine
Cu vesnica mea disparitie in zori,
Cu vesnicele mele intoarceri
Crepusculare.
Infranta, uneori
Nu mai reusesc sa ajung pana la el.
Atunci se scoala,
Imi prinde capul in dinti
Cu duiosie
Si ma taraste incetinel.
Alteori
Nu mai stiu sa ma intorc din vis.
Atunci porneste dupa mine
In labirint,
Imi da de stire
Racnind
Ca ma va salva,

Sa astept nemiscata
In amintire,
Sa ma gaseasca
Si sa ma aduca
In imparatia sa.
O, minunata lui imparatie,
tara subtire,
Fraged hotar
De ora
Intre doua lumi care se devora
Smulgandu-se una alteia
Fara oprire.

de Ana Blandiana

Revelatiile se intampla pe terenul visului sau al starii meditative, indefinite atat in raport cu starea de veghe cat si cu cea de vis, pe fundament dogmatic, esentialmente simbolic, dintr-un motiv dureros de simplu: ochii, mintea si trupul omului nepregatit sunt arse de lumina rece a adevarului pur, nepolarizat.

Din pacate viata nu ne lasa pregatiti, omul care asteapta, care doreste, care vrea, care tanjeste, care nu intelege, cu iubiri neimplinite, nu este pregatit. Iar daca intamplarea sau soarta il duce fata in fata cu adevarul, nu se intampla decat o ardere dureroasa atat la nivel intelectual cat si fizic. O greata care nu trece si care nu te face cu nimic mai pregatit pentru pasul urmator, daca acesta exista.

Paradoxal, tocmai dorinta si cautarea sunt cele care provoaca miscarea in interiorul omului si care il duc, cu sau fara voia lui, in situatii limita in care sa demonstreze ca s-a miscat din loc. Pentru ca nu am nici un dubiu ca omul se determina in situatii limita, numai ca marginea prapastiei arata altfel pentru fiecare, ea arareori fiind atat de evidenta incat sa fie observata de altcineva in afara de cel care o simte si de cei cu adevarat apropiati de el.

if…

If you can keep your head when all around you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling,
Premiul Nobel pentru literatura, 1907

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