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The man who limits his curiosity to the things of practical life is a blind shell, tossed by the waves of the sea. He ignores the treasures that surround his small and narrow world, and he doesn’t see the marvelous summits hidden in the depths of the waters that rock him. He doesn’t know that beyond our material world, above and below, there are other innumerable worlds.

People, in general, are too unsure in their beliefs. In the face of normality (of the majority), they rarely have the strength to be themselves. Custom dictates form to thought, just as it dictates to us the style of the clothes we wear. We fear the world’s criticism . . .

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The common person is a slave of the fragments of images and thoughts that pass like a chaotic crowd through his disorganized brain.

I have decided I would most likely prefer to see a film made of the life of this author, than read through his book. The man Paschal Beverly Randolph turns out to be one of those fascinating characters. His book on the other hand is neither a turn on nor particularly elucidative to the unintiated.

32 pages in and so far I have been instructed to stare at a dot for months. Yes, darling, patience is a virtue (especially if you read this like a Chinese fortune).