It’s the smug certainties that lead to the big stupidities. -- Michael Lipsey
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It’s the smug certainties that lead to the big stupidities. -- Michael Lipsey
Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.
Václav Havel (1936-2011) Czech playwright, essayist, dissident, politician
"And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things - childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves - that go on slipping, like sand, through our fingers."
Salman Rushdie
Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.
John Lennon
The Planet Walk: Saturn
The Planet Walk: Saturn #PoeticProse #Self #Wonder #Journey #Titan #Iapetus #Satellites #EDENbyFREI
From the fifth volume of EDEN by FREI < previous
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Some things in life are certain. Death and taxes are two of them. In Central Florida in the summer, there is another certainty. At 2 p.m., it rains. It happens every day. You can set your clock by the thundershowers. Yet in spite of this...
We have in fact only two certainties in this world—that we are not everything and that we will die. To be conscious of not being everything, as one is of being mortal, is nothing. But if we are without a narcotic, an unbreathable void reveals itself. I wanted to be everything, so that falling into this void, I might summon my courage and say to myself: “I am ashamed of having wanted to be everything, for I see now that it was to sleep.” From that moment begins a singular experience. The mind moves in a strange world where anguish and ecstasy coexist.
Georges Bataille