In wretched little lives like that, someone must intervene. Or at least mark their sad comings and goings. Mark and if possible permanently record, so they’ll be remembered. For a better day, later on, when people will understand.
In the center of an irrational universe governed by an irrational Mind stands rational man.
In a one-party system there is always a landslide.
Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person’s eyes maybe died back in childhood.
If you find this world bad, you should see some of the others.
If you can get them to see the world as you do, they will think as you do. Comprehension follows perception.
IF I HAD KNOWN IT WAS HARMLESS I WOULD HAVE KILLED IT MYSELF.
I’m not much but I’m all I have.
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
Grief is awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny of each individual living creature. That’s what death is, the great loneliness.
Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can’t feel grief unless you’ve had love before it – grief is the final outcome of love, because it’s love lost.
God is either powerless, stupid or he doesn’t give a s***.
