Hauled from slumber

Pleasure confirms the status quo, swaddles our habits and histories, leaves us satiated and soporific. Pain hauls us from our slumbers, slaps us into consciousness, indelicately indicates that it’s time for a change.

Man as satellite dish

Man is like a mobile satellite dish. Every day he walks around picking up signals, impressions, opinions, thoughts from his thickening environment. He thinks this data comes from inside of himself, that he is thinking all of this. But he isn’t thinking it. He is being thought.