I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want. - Terence McKenna

Aliis si licet, tibi non licet.

Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.

I often like to think that our map of the world is wrong, that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from. Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death. A book is life with one dimension pulled out of it. And life is something that lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.