A thousand words
milions of images
infinite sounds
reflect the respect
love and awe
for this
infinite universe
open and close
I see
my eyes
our mind
the neverending now
the everlasting moment
holographic selfawareness
the divine nature
of the eternal soul
Music
Television
3rd Rock from the Sun
A Bit of Fry and Laury
Absolutely Fabulous
Alan B'Stard
Arrested Development
Battlestar Galactica
BBC Horizon
Blackadder
Bottom
Cow & Chicken
Da Ali G Show
Discovery Channel
Entourage
Extras
Fawlty Towers
Filthy, Rich & Catflap
Frasier
Hans Teeuwen
Heroes
Jiskefet
Michael Palin
Monty Python
My Name is Earl
NASA TV
National Geographic
Not the Nine O'Clock News
Penn and Teller
Richard Attenborough
Robot Chicken
PSY-TV.com
Scrubs
Southpark
Spin City
The Colbert Report
The Daily Show
The Office UK
The Outer Limits
The Simpsons
The Sopranos
The Twilight Zone
The Young Ones
Two and a Half Men
van Kooten en de Bie
Weeds
Yes (Prime) Minister
Books
Alan Watts
Albert Hofmann
Aldous Huxley
Andy Warhol
Arthur C Clarke
Brett Easton Ellis
Carlos Castaneda
Dalai Lama
Douglas Adams
Douglas Hofstadter
Douglas Rushkoff
Eric Drexler
Franz Kafka
Freeman Dyson
George Steiner
George Orwell
Herman Brusselmans
Herman Hesse
Herman Koch
Jorge Luis Borges
Krishnamurti
Lao Tse
Leo Tolstoy
Marshal McLuhan
Nicholas Negroponte
Osho
Stephen King
Sun Tzu
Tagore
Terence McKenna
Timothy Leary
Webster's Dictionary
William Burroughs
William Gibson
William Yeats
Non tot Achaemeniis armantur etrusca sagittis spicula quot nostro pectore fixit Amor. hic me tam gracilis vetuit contemnere Musas, iussit et Ascraeum sic habitare nemus, non ut Pieriae quercus mea verba sequantur, aut possim Ismaria ducere valle feras, sed magis ut nostro stupefiat Cynthia versu: tunc ego sim Inachio notior arte Lino. non ego sum formae tantum mirator honestae, nec si qua illustris femina iactat avos: me iuvet in gremio doctae legisse puellae, auribus et puris scripta probasse mea. haec ubi contigerint, populi confusa valeto fabula: nam domina iudice tutus ero. quae si forte bonas ad pacem verterit auris, possum inimicitias tunc ego ferre Iovis. Tu, quod saepe soles, nostro laetabere casu, Galle, quod abrepto solus amore vacem. at non ipse tuas imitabor, perfide, voces: fallere te numquam, Galle, puella velit. dum tibi deceptis augetur fama puellis, certus et in nullo quaeris amore moram, perditus in quadam tardis pallescere curis incipis, et primo lapsus abire gradu. haec erit illarum contempti poena doloris:
