The Body…

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul. ~Charlie Chaplin



So much of our definition of love, as a human race, is founded upon the rock of the idea of mortality—the idea that we know we’re going to die.
So, you want to find someone to share your life with because you know it’s short. But what if your life was not short?
What if it was eternal? How would that change the way that you love, and the way that you see and accept your lover?- Tom Hiddleston

The Masks of God…

The priest is the socially initiated, ceremonially inducted member of a recognized religious organization, where he holds a certain rank and functions as the tenant of an office that was held by others before him, while the shaman is one who, as a consequence of a personal psychological crisis, has gained a certain power of his own. The spiritual visitants who came to him in vision had never been seen before by any other; they were his particular familiars and protectors …

The realm of myth, from which, according to primitive belief, the whole spectacle of the world proceeds, and the realm of shamanistic trance are one and the same. Indeed, it is because of the reality of the trance and the profound impression left on the mind of the shaman himself by his experiences that he believes in his craft and its power … This relationship of the shaman’s inner experiences to myth is a supremely important theme and problem of our subject. For if the shaman was the guardian of the mythological lore of mankind during the period of some five or six hundred thousand years when the chief source of sustenance was the hunt, then the inner world of the shaman must be assumed to have played a considerable role in the formation of whatever portion of our spiritual inheritance may have descended from the period of the paleolithic hunt. We must consider, therefore, what the visions within, and springing from, the shamanistic world of experience may have been.

Joseph Campbell, The Masks of God, Vol. I: Primitive Mythology, pp. 231, 250-251

Let Me Not…

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
but for the patience to win my freedom.
— Shantideva