What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. — Carl Sagan
Today a young man on acid realized that we are all matter merely energy condensed to a slow vibration; that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively there is no such thing is death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves….
Now here’s Tom, with the weather. — Bill Hicks
Naked version of the Monna Lisa painted by Salaì, who was Leonardo Da Vinci’s pupil and was most likely also his gay lover. Seriously.There were multiple drawings of dicks found in Da Vinci’s famous notebooks as well as Salaì’s.