Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to  deny the fact of death….  
—James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
-

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail th...

  • (no title)
    “I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward ...
  • (no title)
    The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island ...
  • (no title)
    This pessimism entails a drastic scaling-up or scaling-down of the human point of view, the disorientation of deep space and deep time, all ...