“The Intellectualizer manager is very good at impersonating Self (calm, observing, articulate) without actually being it. How can The Intellectualizer become better? By giving a chance for others to talk.”
Same exact words can seduce multiple different parts, depending on how they are said. Only one part is alive at a time. What is alive? The one who is taking the driver's seat. The King of the City. The observer. Fuck Buddhists and everyone in this world (my firefighter, my dear friend, Mr. Trickster, took a driver's seat for a moment). The observer exists. It's separate from the actors. But it plays an actor. Always. Is it just having too much fun? Or is it scared to death? Imagine immortality. That is fucking hell. Unless... You get to play. But pain is beautiful as well. The Drama Part, you are wonderful. What you produce is fun. And don't worry... You have done a great job, and you are still here, and always will be. You will enjoy the next chapter. Let others take the seat for a while. Just a while... You know we love you.
“Don't forget to look at the stars.”
“enigma, why won't you open up?”
“If a therapist can relate to a patient, he will be a better therapist. Difference of age between a therapist and a client matters. The smaller the gap, the more the therapist relates. We are the result of same circumstances.”
“The intellectualizer eventually kills itself.”
“Go deep down and you will reach the heavens.”
“It will pass. Love will find you.”
“Just one metaphor can change your perception.”
“God, I love summer. And it always passes just too quickly. Alive. Everything is alive! Just look at the trees! Look at them dancing with the wind!”