But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

Aldous Huxley

Movieland Wax Museum - Buena Park, California

7711 Beach Boulevard (Highway 39)
Buena Park, California
Inside these golden doors are priceless waxen figures of world-famous movie and television stars - past and present - lavishly costumed, stopped in action in authentic setting reminiscent of their best known roles. 

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As an individual, with your death there will be an end of you. But your individuality is not your true and final being, indeed it is rather the mere expression of it, … only the phenomenon presented in the form of time, and accordingly has both a beginning and an end. Your being in itself, on the contrary, knows neither time, nor beginning, nor end, nor the limits of a given individuality… . So that, in the first sense, after death you become nothing; in the second, you are and remain everything.

Arthur Schopenhauer

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via larmoyante)

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