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«Si no comes carne, todo el mundo te devorará»

“Solo confío en mis pechos. Me gustan mis pechos, pues con ellos no puedo matar a nadie. ¿Acaso las manos, los pies y los dientes, e incluso la lengua y la mirada, no son armas con las que se puede matar y herir a cualquiera? Mientras posea estos pechos redondos, estoy segura. ¿Pero por qué se me están adelgazando de este modo? ¿Qué es lo que cortaré con mi cuerpo que me estoy poniendo tan afilada?”

“No matter the outcome of a battle, there is always a new one to fight. Learn to let go.”

“Our night sky matters to us [. . .] We expand and contract in darkness. We are large and small at once. To look into the vast space between stars is to understand the vast spaces between each other—the unfathomable distances from the cosmos to the intimacy of flesh. Me touching your body and you touching mine, breathing, breathing together, exploding star bodies right here on Earth, offers a momentary insight on how galaxies are born through heat: expanding and collapsing, merging, dissipating and pulled apart by a force known as dark matter.”

Forse, un giorno, io e te saremo tutto, oppure niente, ma continueremo, ancora, a sentirci...

“…I have suggested a relationship between developments in modern literary theory and the political and ideological turmoil of the twentieth century. But such turmoil is never only a matter of wars, economic slumps and revolutions: it is also experienced by those caught up in it in the most intimately personal ways. It is a crisis of human relationships, and of the human personality, as well as a social convulsion. This is not of course to argue that anxiety, fear of persecution and the fragmentation of the self are experiences peculiar to the era from Matthew Arnold to Paul de Man: they can be found throughout recorded history. What is perhaps significant is that in this period such experiences become constituted in a new way as a systematic field of knowledge. That field of knowledge is known as psychoanalysis, developed by Sigmund Freud in late nineteenth-century Vienna.”

“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”

'They' even hide the process by which 'they' have quietly relieved us of the 'burden' of making choices for ourselves. It remains a complete mystery who has really done the choosing. We are carried along by the 'nobody', without making any real choices, becoming ever more deeply ensnared in inauthenticity. This process can be reversed only if we explicitly bring ourselves back from our lostness in the 'they'. But this bringing-back must have that kind of being by the neglect of which we have lost ourselves in inauthenticity.