Don’t accuse me of laziness: these are some new gems for my collection.
Enjoy it as much as I did. At least.
And I think it is what makes us somewhat unique. We humans love to find brokenness and find value in the idy-bidy pieces. We do our best to duct tape the parts and make it whole. Take that Darwin!
Survival of the fittest is Darwin. Survival of the broken is God. It is a constant struggle: is it about me or is it about us? God help me to overcome my instinct and pass the duct tape.
I want to learn to die before I die.
I want to learn to die before I die because I’ve had a glimpse or two that
learning how to die while living constitutes one of the essential skills in the art of living. . . indispensable for rendering absurd the glamour of vanity
the surest defense against Evil is extreme individualism, originality of thinking, whimsicality, even—if you will—eccentricity. That is, something that can’t be feigned, faked, imitated; something even a seasoned impostor couldn’t be happy with. Something, in other words, that can’t be shared, like your own skin—not even by a minority. Evil is a sucker for solidity. It always goes for big numbers, for confident granite, for ideological purity, for drilled armies and balanced sheets. Its proclivity for such things has to do presumably with its innate insecurity, but this realization, again, is of small comfort when Evil triumphs. Which it does: in so many parts of the world and inside ourselves.