[b]Nikos Kazantzakis
While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize—sometimes with astonishment—how happy we had been.[/b]
Actaully, I’ve never had a problem knowing [in the moment] when I was happy. I still don’t.
The doors of heaven and hell are adjacent and identical.
You know, if that’s really true.
…there are three kinds of men: those who make it their aim, as they say, to live their lives, eat, drink, make love, grow rich, and famous; then come those who make it their aim not to live their own lives but to concern themselves with the lives of all men – they feel that all men are one and they try to enlighten them, to love them as much as they can and do good to them; finally there are those who aim at living the life of the entire universe – everything, men, animals, trees, stars, we are all one, we are all one substance involved in the same terrible struggle.
He thought: Well, there must be a fourth kind then.
No. I don’t believe in anything. How many times must I tell you that? I don’t believe in anything anyone; only in Zorba. Not because Zorba is better than the others; not at all, not a little bit! He’s a brute like the rest! But I believe in Zorba because he’s the only being I have in my power, the only one I know. All the rest are guts. All the rest are ghosts, I tell you. When I die, everything’ll die. The whole Zorbatic world will go to the bottom!
On the other hand: To the bottom of what?
Adam and Eve, sitting in Paradise, chatting:
If we could only open the gate and leave, says Eve.
To go where, my dearest?
If we could only open the gate and leave!
Outside is sickness, pain, death!
If we could only open the gate and leave!
Hmm, he pondered, maybe that explains Don Trump.
My son, I carry on as if I should never die.
And I carry on as if I was going to die any minute.
Too close to call?