are there any Sufi Muslims in the channel?

who wants to be Tantric Egg(s) together?(asking as a Buddhist)

"I am not a Black Artist.
I am an Artist"
J.M. Basquiat

"i was both relieved and irritated when Reva showed up, the way you'd feel if someone interrupted you in the middle of suicide.
not that what i was doing was suicide. in fact, it was the opposite of suicide. my hibernation was self-preservational.
I thought i was going to save my life.
[...] I loved Reva, but i didn't like her anymore.
We'd been friends since college, long enough that all we had left in common was our history together, a comple circuit of resentment, memory, jealousy, denial, and a few dresses i'd let Reva borrow, which she'd promised to dry clean and return but never did.
[...] She liked to come over to my place, [...] comment on the state of the apartment, say i looked like i'd lost more weight, and complain about work, all while refilling her wine glass after every sip."
O. Moshfegh; My Year of Rest and Relaxation

"[...] Reva had a thing for older men, as did I. Men our age, Reva said, were too corny, too affectionate, too needy. I could understand her disgust, but i'd never met a man like that. All the men i'd ever been with, young as well as old, had been detached and unfriendly.
"you're a cold fish, that's why" Reva explained. "Like attracts like."
[...]
"Are you getting enough proteins in your diet?" "I'm not a baby, Reva." "I'm just worried about you. Because i care. Because i love you," she'd say.
[...]
"She's no white lily" as my mother would have said. [...]
I'd known for years that Reva was bulimic. I knew she masturbated with an electric neck massager because she was too embarrassed to buy a proper vibrator from a sex shop. I knew she was deep in debt from college and years of maxed-out credit cards, and that she shoplifted testers from the beauty section of the health food store near her apartment on the Upper West Side.
[...] She was a slave to vanity and status, which was not unusual in a place like Manhattan, but i found her desperation especially irritating. It made it hard for me to respect her intelligence."
O. Moshfegh; My Year of Rest and Relaxation

me and who

"the men who worked at the bodega were all young Egyptians.
[...] they were relatively handsome, a few of them more than the others. They had square jaws, manly foreheads, bold, caterpillary eyebrows. and they all looked like they had eyeliner on.
There must have been dozens of them- brothers or cousins, i assumed.
[...] they worse jerseys and leather jackets and gold chains with crosses.
[...] they had absolutely no sense of humor. when i'd first moved to the neighborhood, they'd been flirty, even annoyingly so.
[...]
I could have gone to any number of places for coffee, but I liked the bodega. It was close, and the coffee was consistently bad, and i didn't have to confront anyone ordering a brioche bun or no-foam latte. [...] no sterilized professionals, no people on dates. the bodega was working-class coffee- coffee for doormen and deliverymen and handymen and busboys and housekeepers.
The air in there was heavy with the perfume of cheap cleaning detergents and mildew.
[...] nothing ever changed: cigarettes in neat rows, rolls of scratch tikets, twelve different brands of bottled water, beer..."
O. Moshfegh; My Year of Rest and Relaxation

From the start, Israel has never concealed its goal: to empty the Palestinian territory. And even better, to act as if the Palestinian territory were empty, always destined for the Zionists. It was clearly a matter of colonization, but not in the nineteenth-century European sense: the local inhabitants would not be exploited, they would be made to leave. Those who remained would be made, not into a dependent territorial workforce, but rather into a mobile and detached workforce, as if they were immigrants placed in a ghetto. From the start, lands are bought on the condition that they be empty of occupants, or can be emptied.

~ Gilles Deleuze, "The Grandeur of Yasser Arafat" (1983)

literally me fr

"The popular mind in fact doubles the deed; when it sees the lightning flash, it is the deed of a deed: it posits the same event first as cause and then a second time as its effect.
Scientists do no better when they say "force moves," "force causes," and the like all its coolness, its freedom from emotion notwithstanding, our entire science still lies under the misleading influence of language and has not disposed of that little changeling, the "subject" (the atom, for example, is such a changeling, as is the Kantian "thing-in-itself');
no wonder if the submerged [Moralism], darkly glowering emotions of vengefulness and hatred exploit this [Judeo-Christian] belief for their own ends and in fact maintain no belief more ardently than the belief that the strong man is free to be weak and the bird of prey to be a lamb— for thus they gain the right to make the bird of prey accountable for being a bird of prey."
F. Nietzsche; On the Genealogy of Morals

A companion to love, rationality, and nihilism:

"I sing because - I am a singer. But I use [gebrauche] you for it because I - need [brauche] ears.."
M. Stirner

To renounce belief in one's ego, to deny one's own "reality"-what a triumph! not merely over the senses, over appearance, but a much higher kind of triumph, a violation and cruelty against reason a voluptuous pleasure that reaches its height when the ascetic self-contempt and self-mockery of reason declares: "there is a realm of truth and being, but reason is excluded from it!"
F. Nietzsche

"To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself gray on gray."
G. Deleuze and F. Guattari

"Henceforth, my dear philosophers, let us be on guard against the dangerous old conceptual fiction that posited a "pure, will-less, painless, timeless knowing subject"; let us guard against the snares of such contradictory concepts as "pure reason," "absolute spirituality," "knowledge in itself': these always demand that we should think of an eye that is completely unthinkable, an eye turned in no particular direction, in which the active and interpreting forces, through which alone seeing becomes seeing something, are supposed to be lacking; these always demand of the eye an absurdity and a nonsense."
F. Nietzsche

"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering"
F. Nietzsche

"For me you are nothing but - my food, even as I too am fed upon and turned to use by you. We have only one relation to each other, that of usableness, of utility, of use.
We owe each other nothing, for what I seem to owe you l owe at most to myself. If I show you a cheerful air in order to cheer you likewise, then your cheerfulness is of consequence to me, and my air serves my wish; to a thousand others, whom I do not aim to cheer, I do not show it."
M. Stirner

"ironically, her desire to be classy had always been declasse' thorn in her side. "studied grace is not grace," i once tried to explain.
"Charm is not a hairstyle. You either have it or you don't. The more you try to be fashionable, the tackier you'll look"
O. Moshfegh; My Year of Rest and Relaxation