The Dichotomy

He who really wishes to know something, and not merely to have a philosophy, does not rely on logic and is not allured by reason. He must clamber from summit to summit, and, if necessary, hibernate in the dales. For a wide horizon leads to illusions, and in order to familiarise oneself with any object, it is essential to go close up to it, touch it, feel it, examine it from top to bottom and on every side. One must be ready, should this be impossible otherwise, to sacrifice the customary position of the body: to wriggle, to lie flat, to stand on one’s head, in a word, to assume the most unnatural of attitudes.

“Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.”

“One should always be a little improbable.”

“Long before I met you I had waited for you. I had always waited for you.”

We cannot refute the truth that is written inside us. It itches and bothers the more we let it be. We cannot stay quiet and let it devour. We speak in the sweet release that quiets it. In the songs of beauty, in the paintings of sadness, in the poems that explains our existence. We pronounce with the voice of our tools that we are here existing. With our voices, that we are in feeling. And what sweet release it is to know that we are alive. To raise a voice for that reaon. For now I am here. I am here. I am.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

“We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal and then leap in the dark to our success.”

“We often get stuck on that which does not exist. And, in so doing, we cease to exist ourselves.”

“Wherever you are, be all there.”