Quarter of eleven.
It was a beautiful day of sunshine and partial cloudiness, though I felt very tired from the day before and had to rest.
Sometimes I think wouldn’t it be nice if people could see the naked truth of each other without political disguises; if we could meet each other in our sleep and dream a common dream. What would be the disadvantage of this? Why can’t we ditch all shallow protocol and love each other like some of the other primates do? But we call each other degenerate for even thinking this. We think it’s enough to put it in poetry and leave it there. Meanwhile we socialize with our machines and let our souls rot. People really want to be generous and kind, the deeper you go into the oversoul.
Do we define humanity in terms of reason or feeling? It’s the endless historical tug of war.