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CHAPTER TEN. Human beings are the only animal that forms ideas about their world. We perceive it not through our bodies but through our minds. We must agree on what is real. Because of this, we are the only animal on Earth that goes mad.

cescedes:

legion + soundtrack.
…and I know what’s happening
i am, i am superman
and I can do anything.

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CHAPTER NINE. Reminder: A loss of meaning is not normal. Beware of ideas that are not your own.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN. Your mind has the power to create its own physical reality. Why do we yawn when we see others yawn? Throughout history, there have been incidents. The Dancing Plague of 1518… the Tanganyika laughter epidemic… the Hindu milk miracle. Some believe they’re a response to stress. Psychologists call it a conversion disorder. In that the body converts a mental stress… to a set of physical symptoms. In this case, a tic, or spasm. And, like any disorder, it can be contagious. This kind of collective behavior is not limited to human beings. What we know is that, in certain communities, under specific circumstances, an involuntary physical symptom developed by one person… can become viral. And spread, from person… to person… to person… until the entire community is infected. And so, my question to you is, if the idea of illness can become illness, what else about our reality is actually a disorder?

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CHAPTER SEVEN. (Did I ever tell you the story of the lady and the crane?) Many times, but tell me again.

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CHAPTER SIX. I’m in a room that’s not a room… full of people I can’t see. And there’s this feeling, like we’re already dead. We just don’t know it.

danstevensftrachelkeller:

Dan Stevens and Rachel Keller. The softest friendship.

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CHAPTER FIVE. Who teaches us to be normal when we’re one of a kind? Just promise me, if you get lost, we get lost together.

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CHAPTER FOUR. How do you find the facts when memory becomes a dream? Alice went down the rabbit hole. Dorothy landed in Oz. Or did she? I was looking for the man I loved. Or did I just love the idea of him, the face he showed me? All I could do was follow the lines, pull a string. The things he’d done. The things he’d said. Who are we, if not the stories we tell ourselves?

joewright:

Stephanie Corneliussen by Irvin Rivera for A BOOK OF Magazine, August 2019