East Coker by T. S. Eliot III I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hopeFor hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faithBut the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.Wait…
From time to time we need to be separated from ourselves to gaze upon ourselves from above, and, from an artistic distance, to laugh and cry over ourselves. We must discover the hero no less than the fool in our passion for knowledge; we must occasionally find pleasure in our folly or we cannot…
…there can be no doubtthat mankind is more changeable, uncertain, inconsistent than any other animal —he is the sick animal:how has this come about? Certainly he has also dared more,done more things, braved more and challenged fatemore than all the other animals put together;he, the great experimenter with himself,discontented and insatiable, wrestling with animals,nature…
A philosophy that does not make us happier, more virtuous; that on the contrary, lets it be understood that one will likely perish in its service; that one will be isolated from one’s times, burned and scaled; that one will have to pass through every contempt and hate; that one will need a great…
What is great in humankind is that he is a bridge and not an end: What can be loved in man is that he/she is a passage and a fall. –Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Prologue §4 I love he/she whose soul is deep, even in being wounded, and who can perish of a small experience:…
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall…
Have you not heard of that madmanwho lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”—As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did…
Monday brings sunshine. “The world” continues. The myriad outworking of cause and effect: today was inscribed in yesterday, and while we do not know what tomorrow will bring, all of it is etched faintly or deeply into this present. It is “Coming of Age Day” (Seijin no Hi) in Japan for all females of…
In other words, a moment of revolt inherent in the will-to-understand beyond practical ends cannot be prolonged indefinitely: to be the whole of the universe man/woman must let go of his/her principles: accepting nothing that he/she is other than the tendency to go beyond what he/she is. This being that I am is the…
I can only be this whole man, by letting go. I cannot be that being through my will: my will is necessarily a will to succeed! If misfortune (or chance) wants me to let go, then I would know that I am the whole man, subordinated to nothing. In other words, a moment of…
