[b]José Saramago
…we are only ever pretending to ourselves, never to other people…[/b]
Me? Quite often to other people.
Without a future, the present serves no purpose, it’s as if it did not exist. Perhaps humanity will manage to live without eyes, but then it will cease to be humanity, the result is obvious, which of us think of ourselves as being as human as we believes ourselves to be before, I, for example, killed a man.
So, does this make sense to you?
What torments people have to go through when they leave the safety of their homes to become embroiled in mad adventures.
I think that once described me, he thought.
You never know beforehand what people are capable of, you have to wait, give it time, it’s time that rules, time is our gambling partner on the other side of the table and it holds all the cards of the deck in its hand…
Time and, with any luck, luck.
I still have the strength to carry the bread I eat, What always weighs more is the bread of the others.
You know, of that even matters to you.
Fortunately, as human history has shown, it is not unusual for good to come of evil. Less is said about the evil that can come out of good.
Of course sometimes we get them mixed up.