Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That’s all history is, after all: scar tissue.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.[Qu’est l’histoire? Un écho du passé dans l’avenir. Un reflet de l’avenir sur le passé.]
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world’s original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in the heart our own.
History is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books – books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe. As Napoleon once said, ‘What is history, but a fable agreed upon?’
History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.