Neuvalence

‘When the ancient slave, crucified by his master, writhed in ineffable agony, when the serf collapsed under the rod of the corvée overseer or under the burden of labor and misery, at least the crime of man against man, of society against the individual, lay open, exposed, atrocious in its nakedness, blatant in its brutality. The crucified slave, the martyred serf, died with a curse on the lips, and his dying gaze met his tormentors with hatred and a promise of revenge.

« Merci de m’avoir fait vivre tout ça. Merci pour les papillons dans le ventre. Merci pour les yeux qui brillent. Merci pour les lèvres qui tremblent. Merci pour tout. Merci d’être toi. »

Pourquoi personne n'a jamais eu envie de forcer le destin pour que je revienne dans leur vie ?

“Consider the fact that, in a few years, I shall be dead. This fact can seem depressing. But the reality is only this. After a certain time, none of the thoughts and experiences that occur will be directly causally related to this brain, or be connected in certain ways to these present experiences. That is all this fact involves. And, in that description, my death seems to disappear.”

“Mais elle s’est évadée des faits pour entrer dans le mythe, figée dans un obscur mélange d’histoire et de souvenirs. Elle nous hante avec des questions auxquelles nous ne pourrons jamais répondre… Toute beauté est mystère. Ce qui nous revient, c’est le sourire, le coeur désespéré, l’image qui flamboie et ne s’évanouira jamais.”

“Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.”

“Was the earth made to preserve a few covetous, proud men to live at ease, and for them to bag and barn up the treasures of the Earth from others, that these may beg or starve in a fruitful land; or was it made to preserve all her children?”

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”