“Religion can never reform mankind because religion is slavery. It is far better to be free, to leave the forts and barricades of fear, to stand erect and face the future with a smile. It is far better to give yourself sometimes to negligence, to drift with wave and tide, with the blind force of the world, to think and dream, to forget the chains and limitations of the breathing life, to forget purpose and object, to lounge in the picture gallery of the brain, to feel once more the clasps and kisses of the past, to bring life’s morning back, to see again the forms and faces of the dead, to paint fair pictures for the coming years, to forget all Gods, their promises and threats, to feel within your veins life’s joyous stream and hear the martial music, the rhythmic beating of your fearless heart. And then to rouse yourself to do all useful things, to reach with thought and deed the ideal in your brain, to give your fancies wing, that they, like chemist bees, may find art’s nectar in the weeds of common things, to look with trained and steady eyes for facts, to find the subtle threads that join the distant with the now, to increase knowledge, to take burdens from the weak, to develop the brain, to defend the right, to make a palace for the soul. This is real religion. This is real worship”

Robert Green Ingersoll

courtesy of the Centre of Applied Jungian Studies

In Honor of Ray Bradbury’s 91st Birthday

~ an excerpt from Ray Bradbury’s, Fahrenheit 451
‎”Some day the load we’re carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn’t use what we got out of them.  We went right on insulting the dead.  We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us.  We’re going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year.  And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering.  That’s where we’ll win out in the long run.  And some day we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn steam-shovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.  Come on now, we’re going to go build a mirror-factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year and take a long look in them.“
BREAKING: Ray Bradbury passed away today at age 91.

“The good writers touch life often.  The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her.  The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.” – Ray Bradbury

You, sir were a damn good writer.  Thank you for touching my life, Ray. RIP
Don’t forget to celebrate Banned Books Week this September…