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Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

distancefacingyou:

Stills from If I Had A Tail

Jesse Jacobs

Jesse Jacobs

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We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, ex- cept through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.

Huxley - Doors of Perception

Amazing video

A Drawing I did of an Alien high priest returning something to the shops.

A Drawing I did of an Alien high priest returning something to the shops.