[b]André Gide
Every instant of our lives is essentially irreplaceable: you must know this in order to concentrate on life.[/b]
On the other hand, this may sound considerably more profound than it actually is.
Yet I’m sure there’s something more to be read in a man. People dare not – they dare not turn the page. The laws of mimicry – I call them the laws of fear. People are afraid to find themselves alone, and don’t find themselves at all. I hate this moral agoraphobia – it’s the worst kind of cowardice. You can’t create something without being alone. But who’s trying to create here? What seems different in yourself: that’s the one rare thing you possess, the one thing which gives each of us his worth; and that’s just what we try to suppress. We imitate. And we claim to love life.
On the other hand, this may sound considerably more profound than it actually is.
The truth is that as soon as we are no longer obliged to earn our living, we no longer know what to do with our life and recklessly squander it.
Tell that to the folks on the assembly lines. Or in the cubicles.
The capacity to get free is nothing; the capacity to be free is the task.
For one thing, it’s considerably more ambiguous.
Throw away my book: you must understand that it represents only one of a thousand attitudes. You must find your own. If someone else could have done something as well as you, don’t do it. If someone else could have said something as well as you, don’t say it—or written something as well as you, don’t write it. Grow fond only of that which you can find nowhere but in yourself, and create out of yourself, impatiently or patiently, ah! that most irreplaceable of beings.
Maybe back then, sure, but now it’s more in the way of blah blah blah.
Sadness is almost never anything but a form of fatigue.
Anyone here actually believe that?