If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude? E. M. Cioran
(Ohhhhhhh, and this jewel: ”Everything that lives makes noise. What an argument for the mineral kingdom!” How I so resonate with this man, from the first thought I ever read of his!)
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