The Idiot
House of Leaves

One of my favorite books was The Count of Monte Cristo.

Some other good reads:

Don Quixote (takes a while to follow it)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Wuthering Heights

The Trial

The Portrait of Dorian Grey (sometimes titled picture), Then also read A Rebours, which is the yellow book they talk about in the story.

The Heart Of Darkness

The Jungle (pretty eye opening about meat factories in the early 20th century, actually caused a lot of labor laws to change)

Moonwalking with Einstein: The Art and Science of Remembering Everything

http://www.capitalessence.com/blog/w...er__Joshua.pdf

Industrial society and its future.


Can just read full text without buying book!

https://besser.tsoa.nyu.edu/howard/A...manifesto.html

the sportswriter by richard ford

Mirin.These seem interesting

There has been a bunch of books written about Feynman, but Genius is arguably the best. I read it my first year as an undergrad, it having only recently been published.

Lol
Something about that guy is interesting srs. Will check it out

This reminded me I need to re-read Ted's manifesto. It's been years.

This and Protocols of Elders of Zion are good

Anyway if you're open to something a bit more metaphysical, mystical, and magical check out The Tibetan Book of the Dead and...



"Having seen tulpas and learned, theoretically, how they were made, David-Neel decided to try to create one herself; and so she isolated herself and performed the various rituals and techniques she had learned. As the object of her experiment, she decided to envision a short, fat monk, an innocent and jolly type of person.

The initial part of her experiment took a few months, and consisted of her creating a living image in her mind of the jolly monk, complete to every detail. She practiced imagining this monk as constantly doing things around her that a real person would be expected to do and, over time, her idea of him became both fixed and life-like. This monk was essentially a 'guest' that shared the apartment she was staying in while performing this stage of the test.

At this point, David-Neel ended her seclusion and gathered her servants and tents to resume her tour of the country. To her perception, the illusion of the monk persisted and he appeared to include himself in the group as they traveled, often seen by her performing actions that would be natural to travelers. David-Neel no longer needed to actively think about the monk for him to be seen and take action now; and, stranger still, she could now occasionally feel the monk... his robe sometimes rubbed past her, and on one occasion she thought she felt his hand on her shoulder.

A little more alarmingly, as the illusion started to act on its own and become more than just visual, the features she had initially envisioned for the monk also started to change. He became leaner and meaner looking; and he started to be "more troublesome and bold." David-Neel was losing control of her imagined monk.

One day, a herdsman brought a present of butter to David-Neel... and saw the tulpa in her tent. He just thought she had a Lama visiting. This incident appears to be the turning point for David-Neel; the out-of-control tulpa was starting to be real to other people... so she realized she needed to end the experiment. The effort to dissolve the tulpa -- to end her own built up belief in its existence -- took six months to fully accomplish."

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"After months of deep meditation, in which she visualized her creation gaining form, David-Neel provided it with a character, history and background, and the day finally came when the mind-monk cast away its chains of the brain and strode forth into the heart of the real world. At first, David-Neel could only see the figure in her peripheral vision, somewhat shadowy and ethereal. That, however, soon changed, and not in a positive fashion either.

At first , all was good. In David-Neel’s own words: "He became a kind of guest, living in my apartment. I then broke my seclusion and started for a tour, with my servants and tents. The monk included himself in the party. Though I lived in the open riding on horseback for miles each day, the illusion persisted. It was not necessary for me to think of him to make him appear. The phantom performed various actions of the kind that are natural to travelers and that I had not commanded. For instance, he walked, stopped, looked around him. The illusion was mostly visual, but sometimes I felt as if a robe was lightly rubbing against me, and once a hand seemed to touch my shoulder."But, the friendly monk was not all that he appeared to be. Subtly, over time, he began to change, as David-Neel noted with regret later on. She reflected on the affair some years later, in the following fashion: "The fat, chubby-cheeked fellow grew leaner, his face assumed a vaguely mocking, sly, malignant look. He became more troublesome and bold. In brief, he escaped my control."