tiny honey pot (![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thp) rakstīja,@ 2003-10-06 10:59:00 |
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"I was back where I had been when I was looking at the flowers - back in a world where everything shone with the Inner Light, and was infinite in its significance. The legs, for example - of that chair - how miraculous their tubularity, how supernatural their polished smoothness! I spent several minutes - or was it several centuries? - not merely gazing at those bamboo legs, but actually being them - or rather being myself in them; or, to be still more accurate (for "I" was not involved in the case, nor in a certain sense were "they") being my Not-self in the Not-self which was the chair."
Aldous Huxley, "The Doors Of Perception"
Aldous Huxley, "The Doors Of Perception"
