Solitude: so fulfilling that even the merest meeting is a crucifixion. — Emil Cioran
We love ourselves to the point of idolatry; but we also intensely dislike ourselves — we find ourselves unutterably boring. Correlated with this distaste for the idolatrously worshipped self, there
True beings are lived in the present, the life of objects is in the past. Martin Buber, born on this day in 1878.