She shook her head. “It sounds suspiciously like Nirvana.” 

“What’s wrong with that?” 

“Pure Spirit, one hundred percent proof–that’s a drink that only the most hardened contemplation guzzlers indulge in. Bodhisattvas dilute their Nirvana with equal parts of love and work.”

“This is better,” Will insisted. 

“You mean, it’s more delicious. That’s why it’s such an enormous temptation. The only temptation that God could succumb to. The fruit of the ignorance of good and evil. What heavenly lusciousness, what a supermango! God had been stuffing Himself with it for billions of years. Then all of a sudden, up comes Homo sapiens, out pops the knowledge of good and evil. God had to switch to a much less palatable brand of fruit. 

You’ve just eaten a slice of the original supermango, so you can sympathize with Him.” 

– Island, by Aldous Huxley

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Drifty, 22, a law student. I like reading, good music, and good food – but that’s most people, given a chance. I don’t really know what to say. I like pretty dresses, driving late at night, unexpected gifts that make me smile. Putting people on edge, surprising them with things I say. I like to offer pretentious insights and make everything into a metaphor. And the usual: alcohol, fast cars, dancing on painful heels, poking fun at friends. I’m in the Netherlands, but I’m going home soon. I buy things on impulse, and I hate any fruit I have to peel. I take pictures of things I want to remember. I make up food recipes as I go along when I have to use up food in my fridge. I thought I would like green fields and mountains, but I prefer bright lights and paved roads and getting lost in dark streets in the middle of the night. I love it when boys smile at me. Smoke bothers me less than it should.  I am possibly condemned to ogling my law books for the rest of my life.

I want a love that will come to me in time.