[b]José Saramago
Don’t be afraid, the darkness you’re in is no greater than the darkness inside your own body, they are two darknesses separated by a skin, I bet you’ve never thought of that, you carry a darkness about with you all the time and that doesn’t frighten you…my dear chap, you have to learn to live with the darkness outside just as you learned to live with the darkness inside.[/b]
You know, if this works for you.
If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.
On the other hand: chronicle.com/blogs/percola … cher/32709
When all is said and done, what is clear is that all lives end before their time.
Ours especially.
We are so afraid of the idea of having to die that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn…
Among other things, pointless. Though, by all means, point taken.
If, before every action, we were to begin by weighing up the consequences, thinking about them in earnest, first the immediate consequences, then the probable, then the possible, then the imaginable ones, we should never move beyond the point where our first thought brought us to a halt.
Not that anyone ever does.
Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.
Unless of course it does.