Archives for August 2024

"The wing of the Angel of Death brushes against me, and the systole of my soul inundates the depths of my spirit with the blood of divinity ... our elaborate human lineage is no more than a doomed procession of phantoms trooping from nothingness to nothingness .... If we are all to die altogether-what is the point of everything! Wherefore? It is the Wherefore, the Wherefore of the sphinx, that corrodes the marrow of our soul and that is the begetter of the anguish which stirs our love of hope .... And so we sing dirges to death, the never-ending respite, simply from fear of it, and call it a liberation. " Miguel de Unamuno (The Tragic Sense of Life) "It is quite impossible for a … [Read more...]