I was not I, I was nothing - and that seemed to me quite marvelous.
Existence is prior to essence.
Since we are what we are, what shall we be But what we are? We are, we have Six feet and seventy years, to see The light , and then resign it for the grave .
Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.
Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.
Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being.
I believe we came from nowhere. We show up, and we are now here. It's all the same. It just is a question of spacing. While we are in the "now here," we all contemplate where we are going. Where we are going is back to the "nowhere." We are going to rejoin the spirit from which all things emanate. These are the big questions for me - always.
Nobody asked you about being born, nobody is going to ask you when the time comes for you to be taken away. Then why be worried? Birth happened to you; death will happen to you; who are you to come in between?
...for since there is no real 'way' to sartori, the way you are following makes very little difference.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
Man has to live with the body and soul which have fallen to him by chance.
Being is the soul of every concept, of every judgment and of every reasoning.
What Im trying to say is that what makes you up, its always been around, and it always will be around. So really the only thing you should worry about is the part you're at right now. Where you got a body and a head and all that bullshit. Just worry about living, dying is the easy part.
Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.
There is no proof nor yet any denial. We were, we are, and we will be.
Everything actual must also first have been possible, before having actual existence.
Being and stability are regarded by our contemporaries as akin to death; they cannot live unless they act, fret, or distract themselves with this or that. Their spirit (provided we can still talk about a spirit in their case) feeds only on sensations and on dynamism, thus becoming the vehicle for the incarnation of darker forces.
There is no doing in the world without being first.
Nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing.
There is only what is and that's it. What should be is a dirty lie.
So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.
why something and not nothing? why music and not noise?
To be is to be vulnerable.
Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
To be alive, it seemed to me, as I stood there in all kinds of sorrow, was to be both original and reflection, and to be dead was to be split off, to be reflection alone.
