The man who comes back through the door in the wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.
Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception
Sometimes I need to dream of the imagination I had as a child.
Sometimes, when you’re under the obscure, negative effects of your bad thoughts, you can do the best things of your life. A good topic for those always positive coaches looking for the great winner hidden inside yourself!
Note:
The DOORS of perception are closed to any webcam!
… if you’re curious about the artwork.
iCompositions passed away.
After 15 years all that music has gone … with its genuine comments and plays!
We have now a pletora of music websites where you can become famous and even make money (that’s the REAL purpose of music ….).
Probably I’ll be there too, but my business is always no business.
My first music website was Macidol (dead website, but still lies there).
There, I loved my poor 10-15 plays and comments by kind peoples really listening to music and real inspiration, but everything has changed now, thanks to the clever social world.
Some tracks here are no more working, but you can still find them at REVERBNATION, till it will be alive, or on soundcloud.
We are illusions, the worst among you are acting like illusionists.
(a good link is always useful, in case you need it!)
Falling into those strange hollow cavities in the human universe, where everything is, more than a trivial fake, unequivocally and deliberately false.
Is this the result, after years of mass behavior programming?
Nature and its landscapes are undoubtedly a better world view … but perfectly useless in such hd spaces.
I’m looking for a black hole towards new, possibly far dimensions.
… of course this, and I hope more than this, is in a music track!
That’s … HUMAN ROCK BLOOD flowing in my strings!
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