“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream by Hunter. S. Thompson
I’m not sure how, but I find Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas to be an interesting one to read after re-reading Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. It complements it in the oddest way. In the least, it’s a great to read when you have a lot of time on your hands, are contemplative by nature, and have an over-creative mind.
Yes, the movie was fun to watch. Maybe it was more about Johnny Depp that made the movie enjoyable, but like most – the book is better.
When contemplating past choices and life in general, he said it perfectly with “Buy the ticket, take the ride.” So, put your seats back in the upright position, stow your tray tables, fasten your seat belts, and prepare for take-off.