I recently finished Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller. I feel that it was the missing link in my literary inspirations, particularly as a precursor to Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson. On one hand, I can’t believe that I didn’t hear about Miller until 2008. On the other hand, I can understand why he would be misunderstood and looked over by many modern readers.

One section towards the end of the book seemed especially useful for Supraterranean.com.

“What is war, disease, cruelty, terror, when the night presents the ecstasy of myriad blazing suns? What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster” (p. 250).

Most things that seem huge and scary to us are really, in the grand scope of the universe, minuscule and unimportant. We should lead humble lives, strive toward rediscovering our collective past, and work together to uncover our greater destiny.

Miller understood this, and that’s why he’s one of my new favorite authors. He was one of the most unique minds I’ve ever encountered. And exposing the contents and capabilities of unique minds is what we’re all about here at Supraterranean.com! What’s inside of yours?