“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer—they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”
-Ken Kesey
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Once there was a land where everything had a partner / mummy and a daddy, / pilgrim and a farmer, / priest and prostitute / and they loved their other half like it was a / part of themselves. The k…
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