#absolutes

[philosophybits]

If one becomes infatuated with the absolute and simply can't escape it, then the only way out is to contradict oneself continually and join opposite extremes together. The principle of contradiction is inevitably doomed, and the only remaining choice is either to assume an attitude of suffering or else ennoble necessity by acknowledging the possibility of free action.

Friedrich Schlegel, Blütenstaub Fragments

[pratchettquotes]

"Well, I still have some power left," he snarled. "And I say that my son shall go to Unseen University and wear the Archchancellor's hat and the wizards of the world shall bow to him! And he shall show them what lies in their deepest hearts. Their craven, greedy hearts. He'll show the world its true destiny, and there will be no magic greater than his."

NO. And the strange thing about the quiet way Death spoke the word was this: it was louder than the roaring of the storm. It jerked Ipslore back to a momentary sanity.

Ipslore rocked back and forth uncertainty. "What?" he said.

I SAID NO. NOTHING IS FINAL. NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE, EXCEPT ME, OF COURSE. SUCH TINKERING WITH DESTINY COULD MEAN THE DOWNFALL OF THE WORLD. THERE MUST BE A CHANCE, HOWEVER SMALL. THE LAWYERS OF FATE DEMAND A LOOPHOLE IN EVERY PROPHECY.

Ipslore stared at Death's implacable face.

"I must give them a chance?"

YES.

Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

[arbitrary-human]

thinking about how for aaron - robert is the chaos, he is scared of his love for robert, a reminder that robert will always be the life-changing love for him, that everything pales in comparison

and how for robert aaron is the constant - his peace, he might not know what to do with his life but he knows he loves aaron for ever and nothing compares.

[elisaenglish]

I’m not interested in the alternative nor will I be twisted into being so. There will be no fucking around with my heart. I will not be anybody’s game to be played.

[philosophybitmaps]

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Photo credits: James Ballard

Absolutes

Gustave Keyser

(From an ink painting by Seiho)

black on white

crow in snow

hunched

wet lump

on brittle branch

remembering warmth

remembering corn

miserable

as life

is

black on white

"Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... And Other Modern Verse" - compiled by Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders, and Hugh Smith

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

"Without absolutes revealed from without by God Himself, we are left rudderless in a sea of conflicting ideas about matters, justice and right and wrong, issuing from a multitude of self-opinionated thinkers." - John Owen