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Power

I can make the earth stop in its tracks.

I made the blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.

I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things.

I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time.

I can summon the dead.

I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, and in the minds of others.

I can

I am

-Jim Morrison-Wilderness -The lost writings of Jim Morrison page 13

"Oh why was I born with a different face

Why was I not born like the rest of my race

When I look each one starts, when I speak I offend

Then I'm silent and passive and lose every friend

Improvement makes straight roads

But the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius

I went to the Garden of Love

And saw what I had never seen

A chapel was built in the midst

Where I used to play on the green

and the gates of the chapel were shut

And "Thou Shalt not" writ over the door

So I turned to the Garden of Love

that so many sweet flowers bore

And I saw it was filled with graves

and tombstones where flowers should be

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds

and binding with friars, my joys and desires

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire

At the end of 6,000 years is true as I have heard from Hell

The whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite

and holy

Where as it now appears finite and corrupt

this will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment

But the first notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is

to be expunged

This I shall do by printing in the infernal method

By corrosives which in Hell are salutary and medicinal

Melting apparent surfaces away and displaying with infinite

which is hid

If the doors of perception were cleansed

Everything would appear to man as it is........infinite

For man has closed himself up

Till he sees things through narrow chinks of his cavern

Why art thou silent and invisible

Father of jealousy

Why does thou hide thyself in clouds

From every searching eye

Why darkness and obscurity in thy words and laws

That none dare eat the fruit but from thy wily serpents jaws

It is because secrecy gains females loud applause"

-William Blake-Featured in Dead Man -a film by Jim Jarmusch

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