[b]Mircea Eliade
If we pay no attention to it, time does not exist.[/b]
Only now, thanks to him, it does.
Light does not come from light, but from darkness.
Next up [of course]: what darkness comes from.
The great cosmic illusion is a hierophany… One is devoured by Time, not because one lives in Time, but because one believes in its reality, and therefore forgets or despises eternity.
All the way to the grave, for example.
As long as you have not grasped that you have to die to grow, you are a troubled guest on the dark earth.
Fuck it, he thought, that’s close enough.
It would be frightening to think that in all the Cosmos, which is so harmonious, so complete and equal to itself, that only human life is happening randomly, that only one’s destiny lacks meaning.
Of course it doesn’t frighten pood in the least. It’s even possible that nothing does.
For those to whom a stone reveals itself as sacred, its immediate reality is transmuted into supernatural reality. In other words, for those who have a religious experience all nature is capable of revealing itself as cosmic sacrality.
We’ve got quite a few of “those” here, don’t we?
And, no, not all of them are pinheads.