Aldous Huxley On Appetites Of The Soul

Aldous6881D7FB-8273-46F1-AA7D-5A307DE22670.jpeg Huxley (July 26 1894 – November 22, 1963) 

That humanity at large will ever be able to dispense with artificial paradises seems very unlikely. Most men and women lead lives that at worst seem so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited, that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.

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