Once I read in one of Huxley's books that "we live together, we act on and we react to one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves", and I feel now the weight of this words more than ever in my life. And there's nothing particularly wrong with it, apart from the fact that I'm quite lost professionallywise, but it happens to pretty much everyone so I just would like to know where I can find the roots of that feeling then I could chop them off and carry on living happy as a bean.
Anyway 'The Doors of Perception' is a great book to read if you have had any hallucinogenic experience and if you don't like reading very long books, and I honestly believe you will search for other books from Aldous when you finish that one, but please start with 'The Island', just because it is going to fill up your heart with lovely visions of a fairer and less suffocating society.
This evening I'll visit him at the National Portrait Gallery*, which has amongst dozens of pieces I'm tottally crazy about one of Huxley's portrait painted by Vanessa Bell in the early 30's. I know it will definitely sound quite weird by staring at this art work makes me feel better about myself and it also makes me wonder if I could one day have the same effect on people.
B x
* = The NPG has late shifts on Thurdays and Fridays, check their website for more info.
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