I wish the Upanishads never came to me
Since Hegel's books came into my hands, life has been weird and confusing. Whenever I take a shower and touch my genitals, my public hair feels like moist moss. I cannot concentrate. I have impure thoughts.
I wish the Guenon never came to me
I still regret reading Evola all those years ago. The schizophrenia gets worse everyday
I still regret reading Kant. Shit's been weird ever since
I'm aware that his son despised and derided it as a low brow action movie. But what do you think Tolkien himself would have thought?